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Friends come visit you when you’re lying sick at the hospital.. Best friends play with your IV line and having fun with it at your expense.
I love you hon.. Happy Birthday!
We’re coming over in a little bit ;)
when I keep talking about someone whom I refer to as “my bf”, or when I say “no” for the hundredth time, it means I’M NOT INTERESTED. Take a freakin hint, will ya??
you = the rest of those essays I still have to grade and examine before midnight
…and of course, you, if you were here.
(Source: lovequotesrus)
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Today I woke up from a pretty long sleep I really needed…only to check my emails and found an email from my mom with “Sad news” as subject. I knew exactly what it was even before reading it. I started screaming “NO NO NO NO.. PLEASE NO.. PLEASE PLEASE.. NOOO..” while crying my eyes out like a little girl. I finally read it, but couldn’t finish it. I still haven’t. I tend to avoid heartbreak whenever I’m faced with it.
It was Duster. He wasn’t my best friend, but he was there. He was my oldest American friend. He was there when he greeted me for the first time when I moved to the house 6 years ago.. He was there when I once came home midnight, we were home alone for a week since mom was out of town, and he stayed with me watching Into the Wild over and over again until the morning came.. we both fell asleep and I remember waking up the next morning feeling very lonely because that was The Eid and I wasn’t used to being alone on that day, but he was there and we spent it together.. it was also the night when I met someone who later becomes a very important person in my life. He was there. He used to love sleeping in my bed with me when he was younger.. He was there listening to me havering on my lovelife sometimes when I took him for a walk.. sometimes I even pretended he talked to me back giving me advice in Indonesian so I could reply seriously.. He was there when I sometimes locked myself in the closet, reading under the blanket whenever I felt really sad.. He was there during my hards and happys.
He gave me a hard time last winter, but I pushed myself not to give up on him because I knew he was old and that he was having a hard time too..
I’m going to miss you, Dust.. I already miss you. I miss getting up early in the morning just to feed you, then going back to bed to sleep some more before school.. I’ll miss you interrupting my sleep in the middle of the night.. I’ll miss your love advice..
I love you, Dust. I hope you lived a happy life filled with love.. and I wish you’d played more with me, like we did in the old times.
I hope to see you tonight when I fall asleep. Please be there, so I can give you your favorite treat..
Finals week starts next week, but I already lost 6 nights (of not getting enough/any sleep at all).. Anaaaaanyways, I’m going to give a training on “Effective Communication” in about 3 hours and I’ve been working on my presentation for the past…5 hours.
Plus, a part of me died tonight. It wasn’t like I could go to sleep anyway.



