While I was looking at the pictures from my camera of my exhibit opening:
"These are my "bad" friends, and these are my "good" friends"
"Why can’t I quit you"
"Bigla akong kinabahan sa picture na ‘to ah"
(Source: chrisprattdelicious, via wheatthin)
"The Fitzgeralds’ lives were unduly short; and they were tragic, but tragic in the best sense- in the sense that the human heart possesses hopes, dreams, aspirations, and infinite longings that cannot be fulfilled, but the great souls among us continue to desire and strive and work for these things despite all obstacles and failures."
In the parallel dimension we built, you and I are rich famous writers in the 20’s that did nothing but party until we die. (choices: a. mysterious disappearance b. malaria c. fire d. electro-shock therapy e. suicide by shotgun to the face)