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dyana azhar lee
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~ Tuesday, December 1 ~
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I never asked for it to be over. Then again, I never asked for it to begin. That’s the way it is with life, some of the most beautiful days come completely by chance.But even the most beautiful days have their sunsets.
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Human beings often display emotion they do not feel. And they often feel emotion they do not display.
The Stone Gods, Jeanette Winterson (via expose) (via leighyarhnar)

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lenifucksalexhard:

So you can have your very own adventure while you tumble.


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I miss the fighting.
I miss the bitching.
I miss the bus rides with Suria.
I miss laughing with Nadhzierah when Ms Ang says her silly stuff.
I miss calling Syazwan names.
I miss tattooing Asidah’s arms with her highlighters and markers.

& how she would talk about Cikgu Isnani’s butt.
& the nuggets with sambal $2
& the lame Mafia jokes.
& the study nights in school.
The chalk.
The ramp.
The hiding spot near the field.
Dinie’s perverted talk.
Horsing around with Angie and Alison.
Making fun of Nazurah. [I THINK I CAN CARRY ON THIS LIST WITHOUT MENTIONING HER]
Senses fail.
Saosin.
Taufik Batisah.
The outburst in the canteen which seemed to have scared the shit out of Huzaimah.
The switching of papers during tests.
& writing answers on arms and thighs.
The wet tissues.
Teo Ah Seong’s “granddaughter stories”.


This list could go on but you guys get it. I really miss being in Zhenghua where everything seemed to be much easier and carefree.

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@neonkicks

i sorta miss drama


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We used to talk for hours on end & now it's like we never knew each other.

this, my dear putra is us. i may be going to see muse with you but i can’t imagine how awkward it’s going to be with your friends and all.

and fara. we used to talk on the phone every single day. three years down, we don’t even text.

and you mrchineseboyicannotnameherebecauseyourclosefriendontumblrisfollowingme, maybe i’m just the one who over thought things, i don’t know but the way things were sort of gave me hope. hope that you snatched right out of my hands.


~ Monday, November 30 ~
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you are one difficult person.