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Picture perfect ... early Wednesday morning at the bus ... love comes in different colours ... he's red head , he's blonde. Didn't work for me tho, but the sight of a (genuinely or seemingly genuine) happy couple in love still makes me blush. Masarap pa rin naman talaga ma in love. :-) , i mean, masarap pa rin naman talaga na may ka-mutual love :-) :-)
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... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
The Love Bus
I was seated directly behind them, the airconditioning was wild ... I was still 5 stops away from Ortigas ... I covered myself with flowers, instead. Whooops a daisy!
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