Semakin hari semakin bosan
Hmm..layan lagu zaman muda-muda dulu


to all you successful ones. let no one set a bar for you and decide your limits,to all you successful ones. by ~choirsoftheheavens
because setting the bar yourself leaves nothing to bar you from running further than the horizon, and speeding red lights.
let no one make their mark and bel[ie/ea]ve in you,
and leave without your thanks.
let no one tell you who has done better than you and why your success means nothing beside them,
but never tell yourself that something is good enough without needing to work harder.
let no one teach you that poems should rhyme,
because without rhyme, we don't need reason.
let no one find a brilliant gem in you,
and tell them that it's nothing.
let no one bother you wh


Confession Three One day I'm going to sit downConfession Three by ~Pickled-Poppy
and learn that my bones
are made of calcium
not candy canes,
that smoking isn't poetic
and that bitten nails
aren't a sign of intelligence.


habits. i could learn to love you, i swear.habits. by ~oneofthose-rachels
i could hold your smile to my lips and your fumbled thoughts in my arms
where i can hug them to sleep at night. i could brush my fingers
against the dusted freckles on your cheeks, whisper for every one
a haiku for the night we sat laughing underneath the deep sky.
i could learn to hold every part of your soul tenderly
in my careless hands
so i never forget strength, kindness, generosity --
all the things you are made of.
you are the strength of the summer sun
and the peace of the full moon


don't love me.don't love me. by ~oneofthose-rachels
her nose is a trumpet
and she is a strumpet
and youre in love with her.
claudia, she has eyes that are too green and hair that flashes red in the sun. when she laughs she blows the house down. her breath howls through her nose every time she breathes. I'm sitting on the sidelines green-skinned, counting the strands of my chaotic hair and waiting for the day that you turn around and notice me.
claudia, she wears too much fake tan and her skin is orange; it clashes nicely with her evergreen eyes. when she walks her hips sway in a circle and her six-inch heels clatter across the concrete floor like thunder. I'm shaking in my
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...She Looks Like The Real Thing...
...She Tastes Like The Real Thing...
...My Fake Plastic Love...
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zoobey, Malaysia
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Greg: All work and no play makes Greg a dull boy.
Grissom: All play and no work makes Greg an unemployed boy.
I miss Grissom!
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Vampire Diaries Club
Sorry for the late response
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*Disce quasi semper victurus; vive quasi cras moriturus*
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Maybe it's not my weekend,
but it's gonna be my year.
And I'm so sick of watching
while the minutes pass as I go nowhere.
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Illusion is the first of pleasures.
Oscar Wilde