kunwaringmasaya:

One day, I will say goodbye. I won’t write anymore. Not to you nor to anybody. Not because I choose not to, but because I can’t. On that day, I would run out of words to say. The words I’ve kept in bottles, along with the seashells of beaches will dissolve into sand. I would have nothing to share…

kunwaringmasaya:

I am not

a great writer,
like you.
My words will
sometimes mix up,
my verses will
sometimes be complicated.

But, as long as
I know how to
write, how
to compose,
my pen will always
write for you.

And I promise you,
it will never tire
of writing about
you. Like my heart,
it will never tire
of beating for you.

thehipsterlifestyle:

kaitttf:

contentkiller:

frank-e-go-boom:

halfhero:

oh my god

whoa

Damn. 

sums it up

Perfectly perfect