I BLOG NOT TO PLEASE.

“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, just as much to stand up to our friends.” Dumbledore.





SHARIFAH AINE IS THE NAME
1. Amateur blogger
2. Proud Pinay
3. I seldom blog in English

JUST SO YOU KNOW. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
PS. I SELDOM FOLLOW BACK.

,“At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.
Albert Camus once wrote,
'Blessed are the hearts that can bend.
They shall never be broken.'
But I wonder, if there's no breaking,
then there's no healing.
And if there's no healing,
then there's no learning..


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Turk and JD <3

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searching-for-nirvana:

I am sitting at my computer screen with my mouth open, because I just cannot fathom how someone writes something this amazing.

reddddddd.

searching-for-nirvana:

I am sitting at my computer screen with my mouth open, because I just cannot fathom how someone writes something this amazing.

reddddddd.

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Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it’s a lot like your world, maybe it’s nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. Someone trying to find their way. Someone trying to find their place. Someone trying to find their self. 

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This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you’d be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don’t know how you’d describe it… like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or… I guess you know the kind of people I’m talking about. Maybe you don’t. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven’t read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You. My Life Without Me (2003)

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itsggalready:

well fuck…

itsggalready:

well fuck…

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