You’re like: What do I say?
“Oh my God, Who am I?”
(Source: iloveboomboom, via rojh4u)
Du du du du du du du du
‘Cause I remember you. Let’s face it. How possible is it that someone you don’t personally know, will remember you? I’m guessing, hardly. It breaks my heart a little bit to know that I’m just another face in the crowd, another person, another number. An insignificant grain of sand on a endless beach. There’s so many people out there. How can I expect someone to recognize me out of all those people? Some people like to show off their beauty, I long for one day, to find that one person who will recognize me in crowd full of people. I’d be wearing the scrubbiest-looking clothing, looking like crap, but yet will still stand out to that significant other as if there is a spotlight above me. I wish to one day be able to say the words… “…You found me.”
–while others hide it, hoping others would see something else.
On funny/random photo I stumbled upon: Next time you cycle, try a cow.
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They are underrated.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY