Everything I like and dislike.



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Basics first:
Name is Judith
Age is 20
Studying Development Communication
Majoring in Development Journalism
At University of the Philippines Los Banos

Associate Director for Logistics and External Affairs (11-12) of UP Alliance of Development Communication Students.

I write poems. Everyday.
I read. Everyday.

Unwell like what the song says.
Fragile like a glass.
Difficult like a math problem.
Vulnerable like a naked virgin.
Green like a porno movie.
Tough like your favorite shoes for hiking.
Messy like my room.
Bipolar like the climate.

Edit: I told you guys that if somebody could change me, people should thank him or her. Well please thank my boyfriend.


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I’ll love you forever, Sid. That’s the problem.

—Cassie Ainsworth (via ichirukki)

i-am-not-a-sunbeam:

freee-as-a-bird:

confuse-a-cat-ltd:

storiesofmysoul:

chewinggumbums:

1940-1980:

Dhani Harrison watching his father George Harrison on screen. (x)

i got chills and started crying oh my lord

Let’s make it a rule to reblog this every time it shows up on your dash- it’s just too beautiful not to reblog 

This is too beautiful. I love how George looks down and smiles in the video, kind of a “hey, I’m watching and I’m always here.” I still can’t get over how wonderful this is.

fuck

I saw fast the first gif and thought that was George Harrison, omg

(via fuckyeahthebeatles)

What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
Right?”
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.

Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist

Tell him,
Hey, Asshole:
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.

So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Gods.
Immortal beings.
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
create life.

So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
Weak
Fallible
Mortal.
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.

Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
and dies,
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.

—Katherine Tucker  (via her0inchic)

Wow.

(Source: determined-in-slc, via flairey)

Sabi sainyo kapag biglaan mas matutuloy e. Hahaha.

Sabi sainyo kapag biglaan mas matutuloy e. Hahaha.