Thoughts of a hylomoporhpic being

Faustino Adille III Chase dreams not people Hello there fellow bloggers and welcome to my blog. From Paranaque. 17 years of existence. I express my feelings through this blog. A Freshman at University of Santo Thomas.

[flappydolphin]

Until the very end.

[rapid-oxidization]

Sorry about the edit’s quality. It’s my first one.

This is in honour of the Battle of Hogwarts, which was exactly 18 years ago today, on 2 May 1998. Here’s to all the witches and wizards who lost their lives /*

[my-harry-potter-generation]

[amazingpaws]

BUHAY DORM

higa dito, higa doon, kain dito, kain doon. Puta.

[derivings]

by Kesler Ottley

[priveting]

harju (by Anette Helene)

[lumea2-blog]

[homeisaplaceinthehills]

[heartsnmagic]

[amazingpaws]

Tumblring bc it’s the only social website that’s not block on our computer lab.

Ninja moves

[amazingpaws]

High School graduates getting too excited to go to college

Do yourself a favor, don’t be. It’s a trap. 

[cuteshitandgiggles]

-Trinity

[silly-luv]

[arquerio]

Damm. by Alejandro Melero Carrillo on Flickr.

[amazingpaws]

Does it really matter? Being a rich kid or not? Bakit kapag may bago ka lang na gamit sasabihan ka na nilang “ay wow rk talaga”. Minsan mapapa-wtf ka na lang talaga sa mga tao sa paligid mo eh. 

[amazingpaws]

Gusto ko pumasok pero ayaw ko mag aral

abnormal na ba ako?

[thoseconstellations-deactivated]

Falling in love with you was a lot like getting drunk. It all happened so fast; I had no idea what I was doing at the time or what the consequences would be. All I wanted was to feel good. And, God, it felt so good. Of course, things got out of hand before I could stop myself. I wanted more and more of you, just like I always want more alcohol. But alcohol isn’t always enough to make you happy. And more often than not, the effects of it have you lying face-down on the pavement. Just like love. Now, I’d like to think of myself as hungover. Not because I fell out of love with you, no. But because I still have some alcohol, some of you, left in me. And I feel ruined because of it. I feel like vomiting all the time, and I have a massive, eternal headache. The difference between this feeling and an actual, legitimate hangover is that I think I’ll be feeling this way for a long, long time. I’m hungover you, but I’ll never be over you.

(via gracielleism)