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There is always sunshine after the rain ^.^

♫♫♫ LALALALALA ♫♫♫
I HAVE MY OWN WORLD.
not this, not that, not, not, not.


'Girl of insanity' as labeled by my friends, I am Banunay who loves the up-and-down thrilling funny life. Laughing at my worst and laughing at my best-- i always enjoy laughing with my friends. HAHAHA. Exerting energy is my hobby though sometimes I overdo it.


animes | night | drama | musics | singing | dark | moon
twinkling little stars | yummy-gummy-candies | sweets | love


CRZY.BITSY.FUNNY.WINKY.MAKE friend with me BABEY! ☺


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Enjoy the dices, the snakes, the ladders, and the timing of turns of walking tokens! Enjoy the game of life. Leave all guts and live by the loves. Though there's a rain and storm, don't forget, oh yes! There is always sunshine after the rain!

&& a RAiNBOW too! A rainbow for you and me. Sooo colorful as life can be! Thanks wonderlife.
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I’m fighting with myself about THIS feeling but this is what I feel right now…

 

I’m fighting with myself about THIS feeling but this is what I feel right now…



"You deserve a day where worries don’t get in the way. A day where, even if some people are insensitive or unkind, you’re not going to mind because the blessings you receive are far better than the burdens you experience." 

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I like to pretend that everything’s alright. Because when everybody else thinks you’re fine, sometimes you forget for a while that you’re not. 

Jun 15th at 10AM / via: yanilavigne / op: yanilavigne / 17,654 notes

yanilavigne:

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ifyoucarryonthisway:

the worst thing about being shy and introverted is that you most of the time come off as cold and arrogant like you think you’re better than everyone else and thats why you don’t talk to people or hang out with them but it’s really the opposite its like you’re so uncomfortable with yourself that you don’t wanna share it with anyone else so you just dont and people think you’re an asshole but you’re actually just really scared


Jun 3rd at 2PM / via: tylerknott / op: tylerknott / 1,701 notes
tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #433 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
In the endit’s the smallest of touches that move usin the biggest of wayslike an earthquake to the heartin the silent darkness at the closeof our days.It’s the slow reach of a tired footacross the empty spaces between us,the pull like leaves to light.The shock of electricity and the stolenbreath when you fall asleeptouching me in the night.In the endit’s the shared heat of unspoken momentsthe grace of skin on skinthe audible beat of your heartlike bass drums that fill with soundthe emptiness we hide ourselves in.It’s the desperate search for fingerprintsyou left behind on my fleshthe echoes of your fingers.The frantic attempt to bathe in youbecause we both know thatit’s scent alone that lingers.In the endit’s the glances and the grazes that change usin ways only we can seethe eyes that lock across crowded roomsthe wordless sighs that stop the shakingand calm our stormy seas.It’s the single kiss on a surprised neckand the pulse of life under lipsthe goosebumps that always stay.The roll of eyes and the inhalebecause it’s the smallest of touches that move usin the biggest way.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #433 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

In the end
it’s the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest of ways
like an earthquake to the heart
in the silent darkness at the close
of our days.
It’s the slow reach of a tired foot
across the empty spaces between us,
the pull like leaves to light.
The shock of electricity and the stolen
breath when you fall asleep
touching me in the night.
In the end
it’s the shared heat of unspoken moments
the grace of skin on skin
the audible beat of your heart
like bass drums that fill with sound
the emptiness we hide ourselves in.
It’s the desperate search for fingerprints
you left behind on my flesh
the echoes of your fingers.
The frantic attempt to bathe in you
because we both know that
it’s scent alone that lingers.
In the end
it’s the glances and the grazes that change us
in ways only we can see
the eyes that lock across crowded rooms
the wordless sighs that stop the shaking
and calm our stormy seas.
It’s the single kiss on a surprised neck
and the pulse of life under lips
the goosebumps that always stay.
The roll of eyes and the inhale
because it’s the smallest of touches that move us
in the biggest way.


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Life is short. Stay awake and study hard.

Life is short. Stay awake and study hard.