Junk of the Heart

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Nemu ini, baca, dan kemudian ketawa-ketawa sendiri. It brings back funny old memories hahaha
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Burung irian burung cendrawasih
Cukup sekian dan terimakasih
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Nemu ini, baca, dan kemudian ketawa-ketawa sendiri. It brings back funny old memories hahaha
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Burung irian burung cendrawasih
Cukup sekian dan terimakasih
#vscocam #generasi90an

BLUE.

Happiness is as simple as getting know the stories of a figure you longing to have but never get a chance to met with.

Happiness is as simple as gather around with your family, talking about everything, speak up what’s on your mind with them even though it’s just a simple matter.

Happiness is as simple as that. Happiness is to be thankful of everything we have. Happiness is home.

gigihistheman:

Europe - inspired by (x)

Aaamiiin :))

(Source: taakeyou)

reacaraksa:

dindabracadabra:

 

leeeeet’sssss beee happyyyy!! \:D/

(Source: beben-eleben, via arumtyasn)

Companions in these couple of weeks!!! #vscocam #bookporn

Companions in these couple of weeks!!! #vscocam #bookporn

Good morning #vscocam #vsco

Good morning #vscocam #vsco

“I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now.
I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.”

— Veronica Roth, Allegiant

Ujung Genteng beach through my old nokia phone camera #tbt

Ujung Genteng beach through my old nokia phone camera #tbt

Just The Wise Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes was in a melancholy and philosophic mood that morning. His alert practical nature was subject to such reactions.
"Did you see him?" he asked.
"You mean the old fellow who has just gone out?"
"Precisely."
"Yes, I met him at the door."
"What did you think of him?"
"A pathetic, futile, broken creature."
"Exactly, Watson. Pathetic and futile. But is not all life pathetic and futile? Is not his story a microcosm of the whole? We reach. We grasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or worse than a shadow — misery.