sorry is a big word. some only apologise when they think it’s their fault while some apologise like they breathe the word sorry. throughout my life, i grew out of saying too many sorrys till it leaves stains on my shirts to only apologising when i know i am at the wrong side and back to saying it faster than when i chew my food then to being told when only i should apologise. it circles and it never stops, never reaches their destinations, never runs out. it is an unquestionable question, an unanswerable answer. no matter how long you live, you never quite figure out how to do it. it’s like a phase and right now, for a long time i am still apologising like it is my anthem. i don’t know when is the next phase coming. i always apologise till people think i take things too seriously. that you can never joke around with me, i’m not fun and not interesting. people who take things too seriously are never fun but it’s because i will never know if they are hurt or no that i always say sorry when i still have the chance. i say sorry because i am like that. i don’t tell them that i get offended over their jokes or anything they say, you don’t get to decide certain things on what should or should not hurt you. it’s because when i expect them to say sorry because they hurt my feelings, they don’t. that’s why i apologise all the time because i don’t decide what should and should not hurt people. and i don’t want to hurt you.
—  i’m sorry.
I like those kind of relationships where both of you meet at a random and unexpected time and have no intention of getting at each other. You both see each other as friends, but as time goes, you both start to build feelings for each other. And now you both are compatible with each other and you guys start talking officially. Yeah, those are the relationships I like. Where both of you don’t realize you like each other.

I enjoy sharing my original work on Tumblr, but I hate it when people steal my work and don’t even bother to include my name.

Tonight, a friend showed me another case of some Tumblr user (staypozitive) stealing my original work and riding it to thousands of notes. I hate having my work taken from me like that. It makes me that much less likely to post original things in the future.

I don’t know how you can call yourself a creative person if you steal from others.

Smart girls are the over-thinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones. They know what the real world is like. They analyze everything little thing to avoid getting hurt. To find happiness. They stay up late at night thinking about every possible situation to get through all the problems. They think too much. They trust less people. Their insecurity proves their respect towards themselves. Of course they try to stay away from a drama-filled life. Smart girls know their worth, now that’s the ones worth keeping by your side.

Brett Williams