I made a thing because I’m sick of Olaf getting called simple comedic relief.
I could kiss you! I could. I mean, I’d like to. I - may I? We me? I mean, may we? Wait, what?
@taylorswift13: Using my phone camera as a mirror to re-apply red lipstick turned into…..
one of my most fave Taylor Swift posts :)
22nd of December:
First ever Christmas party with AYPO :) (photo from Celine Manuel)
Off to new places to see new faces :) (photo from Celine Manuel)
24th of December:
Christmas Eve with relatives from Dad’s side:)
25th of December:
Christmas day with relatives from mom’s side:)
For some reason, this photo is my favorite:)) despite its poor quality. This “JNP” picture speaks a thousand words :))
I wasn’t able to take pictures of all the activities I’ve done but all in all, I had an awesome Christmas:) Thank you Lord for the unwrapped packages you have sent me this Christmas :)
20th of December:
With the blockmates that I’ve learned to love over time :)
With one of my best-est friends since first year ♥
This picture emphasizes how small I am:)) nevertheless, I am with one of the best people with the biggest heart for books and for all the other stuff:)
With the #igers club also, the coolest hipsters in town:) ♥
Here’s one with Em-em-emskie, the bravest soul with the deepest insights about life:) She can make speeches that can make the hardest hearts melt:)
With old blockmates :D
The main building’s top
UST’s lover’s lane:)
The Christmas tree and its reflection on the flood water
4m5 Blockmates again:)
This kinda makes me a bit sad that this one will be the last that I’ll have as a Thomasian student. Being a senior makes things bitter sweet. Knowing that graduation is fast approaching, feelings sort of just urge you to do lots of spontaneous activities that will add up to the long list of unforgettable moments that you will keep as you move forward in life.
I have nothing but gratitude for getting us through. I love you God ♥
To God be the glory!
Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clenches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plently of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."
You know what’s creepy about Humpty Dumpty?
They never said he was an egg.