Angela Cathleen Guinto- Ramos. I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped. I want to be he girl wo makes your bad days better, Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time =)
//Scholastican//Junior//14//4'10//In a relationship with Burger and Pizza /m/ :: Questions? Feel free to drop on my Tumblr Ask ;)
You know what hurts?
Becoming friends with someone you once were interested in and watching them fall for someone else. As a friend, they tell you about their life and how this one person makes them feel. And you sit there trying to compare yourself to this person and wonder what it was that they didn’t like about you. And you cant do anything about it because you’re just friends.
(Source: jethrothoughts)
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.
