I'm Zee and I love paradoxes.

I always like the things in between.

I thought he loves me. But the problemis, he never did.
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Let me get this straight.

Tumblr is not a competition nor a battle of the brains and thoughts. This is our safe haven, our refuge and a place where we speak our hearts out, put our thoughts into words, and tell everything that we can’t in real life. But what I don’t understand is that why are there people here who make a big deal out of unfollowers, notes and fame? But I’m not saying being famous here isn’t a good thing. In fact, it is. What I intend to say is, as long as I know, Tumblr is a blogging site and not a battle field nor a dating site as well. This is where we should feel we belong, that we are a family with one goal— to blog about what we’ve been through, what we are now, what we feel and share both positive and negative thinkings about the world as we see it.

How I wish I could bring back those times when everything was never complicated, when we could still feel the freedom of expressing our thoughts, and when bloggers don’t give a damn about notes and so on and so forth.

❝ I’m still waiting for your messages. ❞

— Six-Word Story (Z.)

Never ever fall in love with a blogger.

❝ Thinking of you becomes my habit. ❞

— Six-Word Story (Z.)

Yes, I miss you. I’m just acting that I don’t.

❝ He killed me with his words. ❞

— Six-Word Story (Z.)

Anonymous :  How would you know if you're in love?


If you would do anything for someone and never ask for a thing in return. If you’re starting to love their flaws, including them in your prayers and fall for them even more every time you look into their eyes. If you are more yourself when with them than you are with anybody else. If you’re willing to wait no matter how long it would take. If you keep on thinking of them, if you care for them and if you won’t do anything that would hurt them as much as you could. If you can see yourself growing old with that person and put their happiness before yours, if you are willing to sacrifice everything just to be with them, to make them happy, even if that very thing is life, you’re in love.

❝ You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. ❞

— Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her

Reblogging instead of plagiarizing.
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