I tried this personality test,  and I’m so happy when I got the result because that I think is the best way I can describe myself. 


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It’s been days since I started talking to people and ask about themselves, trying to keep the conversation alive — because that’s the right thing to do.

But I just can’t help myself from wanting that thing to stop. What I want is to ask their names, be with them, and that’s it. Not ask everything about them. Because after all, we have so many days to be together and talk about those stuff.  

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the “why not me?” philosophy began…

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No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

me during an exam: lol imma ace dis bitch
me during an exam: the fuck did you just say
me during an exam: alright focus
me during an exam: pffffttt i got this
me during an exam: I'M A GENIUS
me during an exam: whats 5 x 8
me during an exam: lol fuck this
me during an exam: be our guest be our guest be our guest put our service to the test
me during an exam: oh exam right
me during an exam: yeah hear me flip that page
me during an exam: i am better than all of you
me during an exam: peasants
me during an exam: what if everyone can read minds except me
me during an exam: i bet theyre all thinking to each other 'dont tell her you can read minds'
me during an exam: cough if you can hear me
me during an exam: COUGH IF YOU CAN HEAR ME
me during an exam: was i doing something
me during an exam: right test okay
me during an exam: lol i bet i can finish before this bitch
me during an exam: did we learn this
me during an exam: stop breathing so loud
me during an exam: is that really necessary
me during an exam: wow that post on tumblr last night is suddenly the funniest thing i have ever seen
me during an exam: i will kill all of you
A week before my birthday
Me: *wishing every hour to receive a book rather than wishing to receive chocolates, shirts, and flowers*

You were the best part of me
The end of my very long story
The start of my first diary entry
The title of the song that used to be my favorite
But that was just a temporary thing
You are not the best part of me
Neither the worst
'Cause I'd been wrong
When I say you have been a part of me
Those were just a stupid thought
Just like how I thought
You can be the highlight of the thing
I consider an everything

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i will wait for that guy who will hug and will look at me like this


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do you ever just read one little thing that kills you inside

It was the best and the worst part of that year - that day when I couldn’t explain why I’m smiling, why I’m staring at one place and just be okay; a day when I couldn’t hold my pen and start writing because the only word that’s in my head was you.

I was stuck at that moment.

I really didn’t know what to do.

I was stuck at thinking why did that thing happen.

I was stuck at that moment, but I didn’t care.

Until I realized, that it only lasted for a day. ‘Cause days after that, and weeks after that, and months after that, there’s nothing, just an imagination of me seeing you again, just an imagination that maybe tomorrow we could have a conversation, that you would message me, that you would again dare to approach me.

To the guy who took courage to approach me, rebelbeattt

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I used to look at your photos every hour. I used to scroll on your profile and save all the pictures I like. I used to wait for you to message and call me.

But now, the only thing I can do is write poems about you, post it, hoping that one day you’ll see and read it.

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I thought we were friends but I was wrong. I thought you have a crush on me, but again I was wrong. I thought you’re the one for me, but for the nth time, I WAS WRONG.

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