January 2011
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waldosia
dictionaryofobscuresorrows: n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
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Reblog if you're procrastinating right now
erlynesantiago-: lackscharisma: LIKE A BOSS Arrrrrr. At least I’m doing it with 13 000 people. :)))))
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“Nostalgia - it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, ‘nostalgia’...”
– Mad Men (via wearethedigitalkids) (via quote-book)
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     A year ago, while walking down the slope (I hope my memory does not fail me) one school day morning, I saw a shining piece of object dropped in our school ground. I knew it was dropped from the moment I saw it because no one leaves such shiny things behind nowadays. So, I picked it up and it was only at that moment that I realized it was a ring.      It was no special ring. It’s not...
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John Lennon's Handwritten Lyrics Appreciation Post
maulpccartney: In My Life: I Want To Hold Your Hand: Nowhere Man: Imagine:
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Math 11 epic day.
Prof came in after 25 minutes. 5 minutes more and it should have spelled freedom. We could have reenacted the cry of Balintawak if not for that fateful 5 minutes. Now playing: ..boy I’m sorry you are 25 minutes too late~ Prof: Hi class, do you wanna have a class today? Class: Noooooo.. Prof: Me too! Kbye! *go out* I swear, I love math forevah.
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