Happy 34th birthday Chris Pine!


The difference between period pains and getting kicked in the balls is that one is a compulsory monthly event, and the other one is probably because you were being a dick.




The Simpsons did The Hangover back in 1999. 

And life goes on… 

I’ve heard and read a lot about people falling in love, how good does it feel, and how bad does it hurt when it ends. I’ve never really understood or believed any of that until i actually fell in love. I know that it’s a cliche but just let me express myself here. I’ve never believed in real love or whatever that was. I thought it was just written in books and expressed in movies cause that’s what people wanna see and what people deceive themselves with to have hope in life. Unfortunately it’s real. I felt it, let me not lie and say it from the first sight, but from the first day i met him. It’s like a tiny spark that’s waiting for something or someone to ignite it. The beautiful thing here is that he felt that way too but we’ll get to that part later. 

We talked one month later from the first time that we met. Lets ignore the fact that i actually didn’t want to take cause i knew that i was gonna get attached. I won’t go in details but we talked as if we were friends for so long. It didn’t take us long to confess our love. This thing called love, it feels so much better than what you see or hear. This feeling with the right person is priceless and i wouldn’t trade it with anything. Those cute silly moments, embarrassing memories, inside jokes, the jealousy, and even the stupid mistakes. It all felt so real; but for being so real doesn’t mean that it has to last. It doesn’t make it any less real. Anyways, we stopped talking after a month (and yes i know that it’s a short time but it doesn’t need so long to know that you’re in love). It was out of nowhere. I had and still have no idea why. It felt so bad at first. It’s that person that i used to talk to everyday and tell everything to disappears for no reason. Yeah my mind was fucked for a few days or a week but i eventually got over myself. I’m not saying that i stopped loving him, but i got used to my life rn. And i’m not saying that i’m better now, but i have all the time i want for everything else in my life that i stopped doing. I have all the time i need. I actually proved to myself that i’m better off on my own.

I have no idea if we’re gonna talk again, and i also have no idea if i’ll want to get back together but i’m waiting.