Is it crazy...

That I think my boyfriends ex girlfriend is like suppppper pretty?!? I just think she is so cute and like beautiful and I would love to be one of her best friends. It’s weird because she’s apart of his sisters group of friends so I see her and hang out with her occasionally. She is just sooooooooooo pretty y’all and like she reminds me of this boy celebrity that looks like an angel. I just hope she doesn’t think I’m crazy when I comment on her pics and shit.

Polscy oburzeni to raczej 40 plus. Nie skrzykują się przez społecznościówki, nie organizują flash mobów. Ale – jak mówią – walczą o prawa młodych. I za nich. Znów chcą obalić system.

– Nam chodzi o to, by żyło się lepiej, bo teraz to Bangladesz, chcą, żeby ludzie za miskę ryżu robili – mówi Mariusz, kolejarz z ponad 30-letnim stażem…

Aneonghaseyo! hahaha

I just want to share a print screen of my Twitter. Dati wala talaga akong interest sa twitter. Waley lang.. but then I’ve got a tweet buddy, no other than Phau of FZZ, highschool friend and a co-fangirl for korean wave. :p As in feeling ko sya lang talaga kausap ko sa twitter. magtwitter lang ako para magreply sa kanya ganun.. long distance relationship kami..

Sa kanya ko rin unang  nagamit ang feature na FACETIME. :) weeeh.katuwa kaya nun nabanggit nya na namiss nya ang puto bungbong ayun nagpainggit ako..chos.! hahaha..pinakita ko lang naman .. haha.. ayun yung related sa printscreen na toh.’

Malayo man malapit din..hahaha ^^, moral support sa jobless times ko…kaya naman, I am jobBLESSED ^.^ 

I super miss this 2pm girl! hahaha..

madasthesea said:

If you're still doing that prompt list, I would super love "I'm going to protect you" and fitzsimmons.

It is done, my dear :) Prompt from this list

Her arm was falling asleep.

That’s what Simmons thought about as she laid on her side, her right arm partially under her head and partially stretched out in front of her. She thought about that because thinking about anything else was scary. All the other stuff she had to think about was the slick ground she was lying on, the heat that was creeping out her, and the searing pain in her stomach. So she didn’t.

She focused on her arm falling asleep and stared at it intently, even as the world around her began to grow dark.

She noticed the hand first. The hand placed on her arm that was falling asleep. The voice came second.

“Oh, Jemma. No, please. Not after… Jemma!”

“Fzz…” That was the appropriate response to the voice that she heard, right? That was his name.

Her head was tilted upward until she wasn’t looking at her arm that was falling asleep anymore.

“You’re alive.” The face she was looking at broke into a small grin.

“Fitz,” she said, stronger this time. But the world was still going black, and she felt it tugging her away. To close her eyes would feel nice, wouldn’t it? Since she could no longer see her arm that was falling asleep, what was the point of seeing anything anyway?

“Hey, stay awake. Stay with me.”

Her eyes opened, and he was still there.

“Good,” he told her, nodding. “Just stay awake until we can get you help, okay? I’m going to protect you until then.”

“My arm’s fallin’ asleep,” she informed him in a slurred voice. It seemed like the most important thing to tell him.

He seemed to take it seriously and nodded, moving her so that her arm that was falling asleep was no longer pinned under her own weight, and she was sitting up.

“Better?” he asked.

She managed to nod her head. “Can I sleep?”

“Not yet. Soon, but not now.” He placed his hands over one of hers, the one that had always been pressed against her stomach (without her realizing it), the one that was not connected to her arm that was falling asleep. “So we’ll just keep talking and placing pressure right there until someone shows up, yeah?”

She nodded again. “You fixed my arm.”

His smile seemed a little broken this time. “Anytime, Simmons.”