For the moment....

Trina. 16; wise beyond my years. I live in my own world. I'm confusing yet simple. All I have is a dollar and a dream. ;)

Looking at this tumblr- I just wish I could fall off the face of the planet and never be seen again. Fucking with my heart, talk about pain.. I just took a walk down memory lane & I don’t like what I saw. I’ve been through so much, this little problem is NOTHING compared to everything I went through in my life.

Yet, you’ve hurt me the most. Fuck. My. Life. AHHHHHHH

I wish I just died right now. Just cause.

Aye forreal, me too!

Lets go?

(via nastyy-deactivated20111031-deac)

I had an amazing surprise to wake up to this morning. Literately had NO idea he was coming, just said come outside.. morning breath and messy hair but he was still happiest to see me. This just… woah, proves so much to me :)

derezbrown:

LV blanket?! LOL

derezbrown:

LV blanket?! LOL

(Source: josephamiii, via derezbrown-deactivated20120502)

yung-g0ldie asked: My brother? lol

lol, oh yes! :D

starmiles:

Innocence. Remember the days when we were younger?  We captured the essence of innocence in our childhood.  Remember falling down in the sand box and looking up to find an extended arm of the cutest girl in elementary helping you up?  Remember your best boy friend offering to trade crayons with you when you got stuck with the ugly colors?  When she got teased or bullied on the playground, you yelled at them to stop.  When you lost your favorite action figure, she spent recess looking for it with you.  Remember when you were sad you always got picked last for teams, he picked you first.  Remember when you were hungry and the cafeteria ran out of food, she gave you hers.  Oh that was love.Then came middle school.  Remember being too shy to ask her for her name. Remember the boy that sat across the room, your eyes stole glances every time he looked away.  Remember telling your friends you liked her, telling your friends you liked him.  Remember the awkward years.  Remember falling in love, holding hands to lunch, learning to dance with two left feet in the gym, asking each other out over instant messenger, pecks on the cheek.  Oh, love.Then came high school.  Remember these days?  Remember feeling butterflies in your stomach when your crush liked you back.  Remember when you’d go to his games just to see him play?  Remember you’d go to all of her performances just to show your support.  Remember getting the courage to creatively ask her out, remember how she smiled and said yes?  Remember the following months, full of bliss and excitement, kisses, lust, intensity.  Remember feeling like teenagers with hormones running through every vein in your body.  Remember feeling connected to someone, naively promising forevers.  Remember intense heartbreaks, falling down and then getting back up.  Remember discovering alcohol, drinking socially, drinking your problems away, experimenting with drugs. Oh it was lusty-love. Then came college.  Remember the cutest girl you’d ever seen at orientation. Remember that gorgeous boy that walked past you on the first day of school. Remember that party last weekend when he asked you for your phone number. Remember being so drunk, you weren’t scared to ask the cute guy to dance?  Remember when she brought her lips to yours, sparks flying, intensity, heat, electricity. Remember moving too fast with a girl you barely knew, just because you could do whatever you wanted?  Remember making her cry because you had another girl in your arms a few days later?  Remember playing that boy to get back at him for making you cry? Remember hooking up just for the sake of hooking up because no one actually wanted to commit.  Remember last night, or actually you probably don’t remember last night. Oh, it was lust.As we got older, we lost our ability to love genuinely.  We let our age and our hormones get so heavily tangled up in our true natures, it started to hinder our true selves.  We started off as innocent, caring, helpful.  We grew up to be manipulative, corrupted, and selfish.  They say kids don’t know anything, but children know a lot more than the older generations do.  At least they’re honest with each other.  All we seem to do is hurt and lie to each other.

starmiles:

Innocence. 

Remember the days when we were younger?  We captured the essence of innocence in our childhood.  Remember falling down in the sand box and looking up to find an extended arm of the cutest girl in elementary helping you up?  Remember your best boy friend offering to trade crayons with you when you got stuck with the ugly colors?  When she got teased or bullied on the playground, you yelled at them to stop.  When you lost your favorite action figure, she spent recess looking for it with you.  Remember when you were sad you always got picked last for teams, he picked you first.  Remember when you were hungry and the cafeteria ran out of food, she gave you hers.  Oh that was love.

Then came middle school.  Remember being too shy to ask her for her name. Remember the boy that sat across the room, your eyes stole glances every time he looked away.  Remember telling your friends you liked her, telling your friends you liked him.  Remember the awkward years.  Remember falling in love, holding hands to lunch, learning to dance with two left feet in the gym, asking each other out over instant messenger, pecks on the cheek.  Oh, love.

Then came high school.  Remember these days?  Remember feeling butterflies in your stomach when your crush liked you back.  Remember when you’d go to his games just to see him play?  Remember you’d go to all of her performances just to show your support.  Remember getting the courage to creatively ask her out, remember how she smiled and said yes?  Remember the following months, full of bliss and excitement, kisses, lust, intensity.  Remember feeling like teenagers with hormones running through every vein in your body.  Remember feeling connected to someone, naively promising forevers.  Remember intense heartbreaks, falling down and then getting back up.  Remember discovering alcohol, drinking socially, drinking your problems away, experimenting with drugs. Oh it was lusty-love.

 Then came college.  Remember the cutest girl you’d ever seen at orientation. Remember that gorgeous boy that walked past you on the first day of school. Remember that party last weekend when he asked you for your phone number. Remember being so drunk, you weren’t scared to ask the cute guy to dance?  Remember when she brought her lips to yours, sparks flying, intensity, heat, electricity. Remember moving too fast with a girl you barely knew, just because you could do whatever you wanted?  Remember making her cry because you had another girl in your arms a few days later?  Remember playing that boy to get back at him for making you cry? Remember hooking up just for the sake of hooking up because no one actually wanted to commit.  Remember last night, or actually you probably don’t remember last night. Oh, it was lust.

As we got older, we lost our ability to love genuinely.  We let our age and our hormones get so heavily tangled up in our true natures, it started to hinder our true selves.  We started off as innocent, caring, helpful.  We grew up to be manipulative, corrupted, and selfish.  They say kids don’t know anything, but children know a lot more than the older generations do.  At least they’re honest with each other.  All we seem to do is hurt and lie to each other.

(Source: eclecticxx)

I´M FUCKING TIRED.

treeenss:

  • I’m tired of losing friends.
  • I’m tired of fighting.
  • I’m tired of being lied to.
  • I’m tired of drama.
  • I’m tired of crying.
  • I’m tired of not being happy.
  • I’m tired of trying so hard, and have it be one sided.
  • I’m tired of being bitter.
  • I’m tired of being used.
  • I’m tired of not sleeping.
  • I’m tired of missing people.
  • I’m tired of hiding my feelings.
  • I’m tired of missing you.
  • I’m tired of trying.
  • Im tired of being tired .

(Source: mscrystel, via yung-g0ldie)

fuckyeahfilipinocuties:

Everything I’m not made me everything I am. I dislike hotdogs. wut ok.
lani671.tumblr.com  I follow back(:

Just because her quote she put is the same quote I have tatted. Oh, & She’s pretty. lol

fuckyeahfilipinocuties:

Everything I’m not made me everything I am. I dislike hotdogs. wut ok.

lani671.tumblr.com  I follow back(:

Just because her quote she put is the same quote I have tatted. Oh, & She’s pretty. lol

“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”