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Camille / 16 / Junior @ JLHS.
I'm always deep in thought. Caught in the constant emotion of nostalgia. I'd be glad to share my stories with you as long as you share yours with me as well.
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I'm picky when it comes to choosing guys.

I won’t lie, I have pretty high standards. I like challenging a guy jus’ to see how much effort they’d put in to try and win my heart. That’s part of how I determine who shows potential in being the guy for me.

Don't take my kindness for weakness.

I could most definitely put up a fight if you give me reason to. I may be small, but I got bark and bite if you push the wrong buttons and I can hold a pretty mean grudge. You wouldn’t wanna get on my bad side.

Why do we miss a person? It’s either because we realize that we never treasured the moments when they were always there and it left us wishing we could turn back time again. Or we were too happy with them, we enjoyed every single moment, that we became so used to the idea of having them around.

Mind games

I don’t like it when guys play mind games with me. Especially if I’m starting to have feelings for the guy. It jus’ doesn’t make it fair how one day they confess their feelings for you, clearly showing that they have some sort of interest in you but in a quick second, they ignore you and avoid you like they don’t even know you. They make it hard to want to establish a relationship with them when they’re constantly giving you mixed signals. Make up your mind, ‘cause I’m not jus’ some toy you can mess around with and take advantage of. I’m human. I have feelings too, you know. Realize that.

It’s easier to turn friendship into love than love into friendship.
Rev Run.
I’m a walking contradiction: I want to fall in love, but at the same time, I don’t want to experience the hurt and pain that is associated with it.
Do you understand the impulse? The impulse to put your hand out and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch even if it’s wrong. The point is you can’t control these feelings. Even if they’re wrong, they’re there. They’re always there.
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they’re gone.
— The Notebook. (via camillllllllllle)

DONT SAY THAT =[

(via xtrinaax)
Haha, Katrina, don’t worry, I’m fine! I jus’ blogged it ‘cause I thought it was true and it was catchy, haha. I’m okay, promise=)

CROMOPHOBIA.

FEAR OF TIME.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh