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LIFE IS GIVING APPLES, SO I'M MAKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF THEM.
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I miss you man, see you on the 27th. Your birthday cake is waiting for you.

I miss you man, see you on the 27th. Your birthday cake is waiting for you.





And we’re traveling back again. Oh how I love school breaks.









You always say that a man’s heart is a beast. The way I look at you right now, that certain smile that I give to you will not be solely for you some time in the future, the way I hold your hand, my warmth, the way I bury you in my arms when we sleep, the way I sing to you in the morning, everything— one day they will not be the same as they are right now. Cherish it while it lasts, says you. Woman, on the contrary, always finds something to fall in love with everyday. If it’s a man’s nature to fall out of love as time passes by, then, I wish I can have that heart of a woman, so I’ll fall in love with you more and more each day.

You always say that a man’s heart is a beast. The way I look at you right now, that certain smile that I give to you will not be solely for you some time in the future, the way I hold your hand, my warmth, the way I bury you in my arms when we sleep, the way I sing to you in the morning, everything— one day they will not be the same as they are right now. Cherish it while it lasts, says you. Woman, on the contrary, always finds something to fall in love with everyday. If it’s a man’s nature to fall out of love as time passes by, then, I wish I can have that heart of a woman, so I’ll fall in love with you more and more each day.



Time of the year, don’t know if it’s got to do with the transition of season when the setting is sun is really big and round. And everything seems ironically muted and hushed even if this city’s always busy. I love the scent of spring air, that mixture of cool and warmth and the streets contoured with colours and trees again. You’ll love late afternoons here.

Time of the year, don’t know if it’s got to do with the transition of season when the setting is sun is really big and round. And everything seems ironically muted and hushed even if this city’s always busy. I love the scent of spring air, that mixture of cool and warmth and the streets contoured with colours and trees again. You’ll love late afternoons here.





One of the best part of my day is that 9-oclockish anticipation, that awareness that you just log-off from work and anytime you’re gonna open that goddamned door and the first thing that I can see is your smile, o that smile of yours, wearing such an unguarded warmth. Your eyes shining like diamonds in the dark night sky. And we can lie on the bed until sleep consumes us, talk about the future and everything. Though I don’t really put them in my head because that’s tantamount to expecting, and anything that is expecting will just ruin everything. Expectations is the cause of all heartaches. Shakespeare, by the way. But I also get the thrill of it, we’re romantics, we feel alive thinking about things that didn’t happen yet. And seeing you in that beautiful future of ours makes me inexplicably happy. I love the feeling of your warmth against my body, your tongue in my mouth, the scent of your shoulder and that spot on your neck when you tie your hair in a ponytail. Your face, your voice, the sound of your laughter, that vindication that in this moment in time you love me. And I know, I wanna I see your face and hear you laugh till the rest of my life. I love you.



School’s been really busy the past weeks, and so is this weekend. I’ve been spending countless past-twelves to finish things. So we thought of treating ourselves, just because. The cold is mellowing down here. Outside, the streets are contoured with white and pink spring flowers, it’s idyllic and magical, sans the dust and the atmosphere filled with flower sperm, I would’ve spent all my time walking around the city. Aria is going back to school in less than two weeks. I don’t know what to feel about it still. Kind of asdfghjkl. Asdfghjkl.



Every single day, just looking at your face, and listening to you laugh, is all.

Every single day, just looking at your face, and listening to you laugh, is all.



It’s kind of beautiful here, every day with you, and it’s all that really matters now, I believe. ‘-‘





Spending the afternoon at a colleague’s apartment. It’s kind of nice in here.

Spending the afternoon at a colleague’s apartment. It’s kind of nice in here.