nookie

there she is... consuming half of my space... and I always end up curling at the edge of MY bed... grrrrrr.....




and at the end of this journey, my wonderful journey begins...

the day i thought he died,
was the day his heart was
born again...
and mine...
me...
quietly bleeding...
subtly breaking...
paralyzed...
gasping...
slowly losing it's breath...
and
totally free.

labels: articles of love during war.
suwat ni pamc
photo: curlytops


and at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins...

I dont know if I should rain my gratitude to the low lying traitors ****for having my body lose 6 pounds in just 2 and a half weeks without doing any rituals. it just shed off just like that. thanks to trauma and stress they have caused all the people in Lanao del Norte... at least they did something errrr... ok to people like me who definitely envy skinny girls with thin arms on tv. BRAVO! for at least a job well done!


woohoo!




a 5 million reward for your head is not enough for all the atrocities.


Rest in Peace...


and at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins...