my adorbs 1-year old cousin named kennedy. i know, i also hate the name. but the chubby, rosy cheeks well compensate for it. so meh. anyway, i love him so much.
i don’t like soft drinks eh. the closest to it i’ll consume is soda water.
i cry internally. then get personally offended, still internally. that’s a cycle. for real.
and then my vision gets gradually clearer and i’d see the logic in the criticism. if it’s actually constructive, i literally agree with the person and thank them for pointing out the flaw i’ve overlooked.
i have 22 followers, but nobody’s initiated any sort of interaction yet. i wonder what’s wrong. i wanna talk to strangers on here sometimes.
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oh, my gosh. so this is what i’m craving for tonight. it’s already been almost fifteen minutes and still i cannot pinpoint which food my mouth is watering for. hahahahaha.
it’s pancit canton. omfg. thank you.
i like traveling.
except only when it’s his lithe fingers journeying across the valleys and hollows of my body. i don’t know if it’s the warmth radiating from his fingertips or the tickle they send through my skin to my millions of nerve endings that make me fall in love harder.
you, sir, don’t have any idea how much power you have over me. and i’m keeping it that way.
i’ve been disappointed multiple times before. taking the safer route remains my priority. i know you’re cute. and we both know i like cute. still, i’d prefer if we keep this thing between us lowkey.
can’t help you out, friend. i always crush on guys i already know personally.
someone who knows every inch of my skin, knows every turn and every curve of my body even when i’m fully clothed.
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there isn’t a standard way to do this. different manners of moving on work for different kinds of people. the common theme though is accepting the fact that whatever you’ve lost is never ever coming back.
to move on, you have to wake up every single day for the next few months acknowledging and accepting this truth.
i don’t think i’m religious in the traditional sense. but i do think i’m spiritual in many ways. does that make sense? i’m the type of person to appreciate the nature, bask in the serenity of sacred places especially, touch flowers and feel them breathing. as weird as that sounds.
