the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.



I’ve been itching to share this for a while now. My last project was Cinderella, and since there’s already one version of Cinderella for Far Faria, I decided to do a Filipino version version just to mix it up. 

You can download the app to read it here! 


is this a knight who comes before us, or the answer to a child’s riddle?

house stark + hugging


The Scarlet Pimpernel

Kit at the “How To Train Your Dragon 2” Press Conference at the Pacific Design Center [09.06.2014]


"hey are you free tonight?"

“im free every night”


Okay, yes, you’re patient.
You’re patient, but you’re also greedy.
You want it. You want it all.
You want to be kissed so hard that it
virtually makes you weak in the knees,
turns your pulse rapid-fire.
You want to be held more firmly than
the bolts on the shed door
more steadily than the rickety kitchen table.
You want to be touched. You want to be felt all over.
You want soft hands, hungry hands
longing hands, ‘I-just-want-all-of-you’ hands.
You’re so ready. Jesus, you’re so much more than ready.
So what now? Why’s it taking so long?
You’ve spent too much time having dreams
about a boy you haven’t even met.
You’re carrying a love that feels like
the size of half of Jupiter in your stomach.
You’ve been carrying it for so long you’re not even sure
what to do with all that weight.
So what happens when he comes?
Will you be emptied of it? Will it peel off layer by layer?
Maybe all that love just feels a lot like armour.
Maybe you’ve been too busy preparing yourself for war.
Maybe he’ll come and strip you of the heavy steel
so all you’ll feel is skin, and only then you’ll realise
how soft everything is underneath all that desire.

They took Ned, and your sweet brothers. Sansa is married, Arya is lost, my father’s dead…if anything befell you, I would go mad, Robb. You are all I have left. You are all the North has left.

Even as Davos spoke, he thought, This world is twisted beyond hope, when lowborn smugglers must vouch for the honor of kings.