Michelle is a 24 year old Filipina. This is her personal blog which means a lot of reblogs because she is easily amused and she likes beautiful things. One of her dreams is to be able to afford to travel beautiful places, discover diverse culture and meet interesting people.This lady likes to travel, daydream and eat.
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In our own booth with the gang. #himymfeels #fangirls  (at Mc Claren’s Pub)

In our own booth with the gang. #himymfeels #fangirls (at Mc Claren’s Pub)


Carmi already found her Marshall while Nette is still looking for her Tad. ❤️ #himymfeels  (at McLaren’s Pub)

Carmi already found her Marshall while Nette is still looking for her Tad. ❤️ #himymfeels (at McLaren’s Pub)


Carmi already found her Marshall while Nette is still waiting for his Ted.

Carmi already found her Marshall while Nette is still waiting for his Ted.


The Booths! It’s so HIMYM!! #mclarens #himymfeels (at Mc Claren’s Pub)

The Booths! It’s so HIMYM!! #mclarens #himymfeels (at Mc Claren’s Pub)


❝I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…❞
(—— Childish Gambino (via perfect)

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I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone. I like eating alone, and listening to music alone. It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

But when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.

(Source: buddhacoffee, via nakangitingprinsesa)


❝Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.❞
(—— (via modernmethadone)

(Source: poemsbysmm, via born-a-newyorker)

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"I was told
The average girl begins to plan her wedding at the age of 7
She picks the colors and the cake first

By the age of 10 
She knows time,
And location

By 17 
She’s already chosen a gown
2 bridesmaids
And a maid of honor

By 23 
She’s waiting for a man
Who wont break out in hives when he hears the word “commitment”
Someone who doesn’t smell like a Band-Aid drenched in lonely
Someone who isn’t a temporary solution to the empty side of the bed
Someone
Who’ll hold her hand like it’s the only one they’ve ever seen

To be honest
I don’t know what kind of tux I’ll be wearing
I have no clue what my wedding will look like

But I imagine
The women who pins my last to hers
Will butterfly down the aisle
Like a 5 foot promise

I imagine
Her smile
Will be so large that you’ll see it on google maps
And know exactly where our wedding is being held

The woman that I plan to marry
Will have champagne in her walk
And I will get drunk on her footsteps

When the pastor asks
If I take this woman to be my wife
I will say yes before he finishes the sentence
I’ll apologize later for being impolite
But I will also explain him
That our first kiss happened 6 years ago
And I’ve been practicing my “Yes”
For past 2, 165 days

When people ask me about my wedding
I never really know what to say
But when they ask me about my future wife
I always tell them
Her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long
I say
She thinks too much
Misses her father
Loves to laugh
And she’s terrible at lying
Because her face never figured out how to do it correctly

I tell them
If my alarm clock sounded like her voice
My snooze button would collect dust
I tell them

If she came in a bottle
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys
If she was a book

I would memorize her table of contents
I would read her cover-to-cover
Hoping to find typos

Just so we can both have a few things to work on


Because aren’t we all unfinished?
Don’t we all need a little editing?
Aren’t we all waiting to be proofread by someone?
Aren’t we all praying they will tell us that we make sense
She don’t always make sense
But her imperfections are the things I love about her the most

I don’t know when I will be married
I don’t know where I will be married
But I do know this
Whenever I’m asked about my future wife

I always say
…She’s a lot like you

(——

Rudy Francisco (via katcossio)

OH MY GOSH I CANT HANDLE BREATHING RN THIS RESTORES HOPE

(via sksparkle77)

My favourite poet. 😊

(via eccentricbe-haviour)

(via abibliophobiac)

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periophthalmidae:

you know nothing

periophthalmidae:

you know nothing

(Source: caravanadelamuerte)