The essence of Wes
timothydelaghetto:

Timon and Pumba!

timothydelaghetto:

Timon and Pumba!

fuckyeah-animalcrossing:

Well okay, then.

fuckyeah-animalcrossing:

Well okay, then.

jedguzman:

Remember when I liked you? Yet I wasn’t “In Like” with you? I skipped that step and turned to lovers. Remember my heart? Remember the emotions I felt? There was no emotion, for I lost my heart in the time being. Remember the hangout? Remember the verbs we shared? I read your body language, and it…

joanna-ra:

want.

joanna-ra:

want.

Have you ever thought about how ironic rain falling during a clear sunny day is? Whenever I think of rain, I think of dreary skies and being curled up by the fire with a good book.. Or movie. Yet as I watch the clouds peacefully roll by, a drop of rain starts to fall. Which is then accompanied by a million other drops dancing across the sky, all while the sun is shining. This juxtaposition, this paradoxical oxymoron of nature never ceases to tickle my mind. If we associate rain with melancholy or even dreary feelings and sunlight as joyful, then what if the two meet? Then an eclectic symphony of contrast comes into play. Maybe this is just natures way of the colloquial “tears of happiness”.. But what if there’s more? What if there are secrets and messages hidden in nature that we don’t even take the time to see? Maybe it’s the adventures of this world that drive us to that peak. Maybe as we lay on our deathbeds, the universe will align and all the messages rush back. But then it’s all too late. Some say “the youth is wasted on the young”, but I can’t help but conclude that life is wasted on the ignorant.

- First off, The previous writer is absolutely amazing. Anything she writes really is astonishing.

I just had to reblog this. I ALWAYS think that God, Nature, or some divine entity is out there trying to relay a message to me. But maybe its way of communication is to manifest itself in the little things we come across in out daily routine. Some times when my mind lingers over a subject and i don’t know what to think or do, something random happens. And for some odd reason, i correlate it to whatever i was thinking about, even though it had nothing to do with anything. I take it as a Green light, a stop sign, a warning of caution, a signal to just dgaf and forget about it.

One day, i was caught in an enigma between these two girls… and i had no conception of what to do. (I never had two girls like me at the same time.) Then… on my stroll home from the bus stop one afternoon, the wind blew a leaf into my right hand. And whenever I was with one girl, i always wanted her on my right side for some reason. Then the other girl, the left side… And I received that random occurrence as a concealed message. And whenever one girl was on my mind The skies would be clear, and the sun would shine bright or it would be fickle and change to bleak and gloomy or vice versa… Then when the other, there would be sunlight, hidden within the clouds, as to represent mystery… I don’t know… It’s just a thought I’ve had for a long time.