Just your average everyday girl. So many thoughts in my head that needs to be written. Dance is my form of expressing things that can't be said. Reblogs things that make me laugh and smile. I don't need to look like everyone else, I have my own style.
I am Michelle.
19.College life. Hello kitty. Shoe head. Dancer. Bgirl. Piano. Poetry. Music. F.Y.F.G Gang/ Fam '12
Love me. Hate me. Deal with it.
I hate the development of feelings for someone. It makes me feel all mushy inside. Gross.
It’s nights like this where I am dying to hear your voice, but I know that that would truly be the death of me.
The longer you wait for something, the more you appreciate it when you get it, because anything worth having is definitely worth waiting for.
If we would know true love and understanding one for another, we must realize that communication is more than a sharing of words. It is the wise sharing of emotions, feelings, and concerns. It is the sharing of oneself totally.
One day you’re going to look back and realized that I really did love you. One day you’re going to look back and regret telling me that I never loved you. Because that’s how you pushed me away.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.