How Irony

Some things, are better left for the pictures and words to speak for itself.

Credits to respective owner in Tumblr.


I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for always being nice. Always apologizing for things I didn’t do, for getting attached, for making you a huge part of my life, wasting time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, changing for you. And most of all, for not hating you when I know that I should.

It's still blooming when everything around has gone pale.





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What's on your mind is there for a reason. :)