Inhale deep and carry on
Don't look back at the bad memories in your life. Just try to look forward to good moments. They'll come soon. Inhale deep and carry on.
It has been a while!
Hallelujah.
How could I stop reblogging all this time? I missed tumblr! :oI looked at my archive a minute ago, and it strikes me that my pictures of this month are a lot less happy than those of the month before. I mean; what happened to me?
Haha no, it’s been a hard time and maybe some feelings changed. But that’s the beautiful thing in life, isn’t it? Learn from the past and try to be a better and smarter person in the future.
And that’s why I incredibily love tumblr. It’s wonderful how there are blogs (like kushandwizdom and staypozitive) where I can find… like my soul. It’s awesome how they can explain the littlest feelings and occasions. I just can’t stop reblogging them. I try to put some other pictures between them, because otherwise there wouldn’t be anything else on my tumblr. xD
They actually deserve a big thank you. The picture below is so true. It’s sad how some people are having a tumblr just for the competition. To me, and much other people, it’s a kind of outlet. Tumblr is a wonderful thing. :3
Whoo, I’m sorry for this long message. ;d It’s strange, because I even know I don’t have much followers. ;’d But I don’t strive for followers. To me, tumblr isn’t a competition. However, I love my followers. Maybe I’ll get more… one day. ;)
Good night everybody. ♥
Inhale deep and carry on, keep calm and tumblr.
A girl has got to love a bad boy once or twice in her life, just to be thankful for the one that really loves her.
My alarm clock is clearly jealous of my amazing relationship with my bed.
Being awoken by your alarm clock and put it off to stay in bed ‘just 5 more minutes’. At last, you oversleep because in that ‘5 more minutes’, you fell asleep again.
The teacher calls it cribbing, we call it teamwork.
And we hate it when our ‘neighbour’ in class is covering his test.
Why do we have to study things we can just forget afterwords? Whatever adults say, having a job - you’ve choosen by yourself - has to be a lot better than sitting in a messy room the whole evening to study.
When I see a women push along a pram, I know that, one day, I’ll also be called ‘mommy’ by my little child.
The feeling while reading a book about the nerd of school finally walks out with her crush: the most popular boy of school. Thinking: ‘Why can I never get a boyfriend that easily? I’ll be the nerd, no problem! But no, it isn’t that easy…’
