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They don't know I burn.: How To Date Like A Milennial
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Sunday, March 29, 2015. How To Date Like A Milennial. Image found on a friend's Twitter page. So I haven't written anything for the last 3 years? I don't know. I haven't really had anything to write about. Life is swell to be really honest. Maybe I'll write about it some other day when I even find time. If you can notice, this is just a quick post of random shit I find peculiar and interesting. This is to be filed under things I find on the inter...
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They don't know I burn.: How I want to spend my day with you (Honey and Clover style)
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Monday, June 25, 2012. How I want to spend my day with you (Honey and Clover style). Wake up beside you with nothing but my t-shirt and undies on. You’d always bother me when I’m making our breakfast. Then we’d end up screwing up breakfast… and maybe more? We’d settle for some bread instead. But you don’t know how mad I am at you. And we’ll sing some random songs about summers and springs. And oh, you’d always get so antsy inside the grocery.
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They don't know I burn.: June 2013
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Friday, June 14, 2013. As I lay on my warm bed, my skin feeling sticky and sweaty, I exasperated. The hot air blowing from the fan brushes on my hair and face. The gentle droning of the fan is slowly lulling me to a deep slumber. Somehow, the empty space beside me just feels so enormous. I felt longing and yearning, but there was no one. You were just miles away. I was burning against the orange-tinged sunset behind my window. I should always...
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They don't know I burn.: February 2013
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Wednesday, February 13, 2013. You: Pathogenic Molecule of Premature Ventricular Contractions. You are that singular stray molecule of acetylcholine. That makes the saltatory movement across my nodes of Ranvier, leaping and jumping from axons to dendrites. And finally, upon reaching the calcium channels in my myocardial tissues, you make my heart twitch and quiver and skip a beat. Monday, February 4, 2013. 8220;You wench.”. We continued sipping ou...
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They don't know I burn.: 2
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. I remember that night when I got drunk with my friends. I took a cab and Ed Sheeran's Give Me Love was playing. I broke down and cried. I wanted to hear your voice say my name. I had your name on speed dial. It rang 7 times until it disconnected on its own. Thank you for not answering. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Tomas Morato, Quezon City, Philippines. View my complete profile. Pendere - Pensare - Pensif.
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They don't know I burn.: Monorails and Mononucleosis
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Sunday, June 9, 2013. So there, I got to Magallanes really quick. Waited in queue to get my pass. Got into the train. I always put my head down to avoid being seen. I stand out quite literally. But the problem is, when I bow my head, it gets harder to breathe. The air is humid and smells of humanity. So I extend my neck and close my eyes. The moment I do, I feel judging and scrutinizing eyes turn my way. Ah, there it is. I therefore conclude that...
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They don't know I burn.: November 2012
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Sunday, November 11, 2012. Are you, Are you. Coming to the tree. Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be. If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, Are you. Coming to the tree. Where the dead man called out for his love to flee. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be. If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree. Are you, Are you. Coming to the tree.
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They don't know I burn.: Distance
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Friday, June 14, 2013. As I lay on my warm bed, my skin feeling sticky and sweaty, I exasperated. The hot air blowing from the fan brushes on my hair and face. The gentle droning of the fan is slowly lulling me to a deep slumber. Somehow, the empty space beside me just feels so enormous. I felt longing and yearning, but there was no one. You were just miles away. I was burning against the orange-tinged sunset behind my window. I should always...
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They don't know I burn.: March 2013
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Thursday, March 21, 2013. Feelings - Up Dharma Down. Breaking through the night. In this cold farenheit. Wondering what went wrong. There goes all hope. There goes all hope. It tries to escape. Bleeds through the light even when I close my eyes. The weight on this shoulder. I can’t wait to chase the fiction home. When I get through this. I hope I get through you. Stains on my mind. The cloud on that hour. The minute you closed the door.
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They don't know I burn.: December 2012
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Maybe there's a devil, or something like it, inside of me. Thursday, December 27, 2012. I have to admit, I do keep my dating accounts still active. Sort of an ego boost. Just to check how I still rate with dating sites and shit. Once in a while, I do get invites, I just turn them down. I feel more powerful and attractive that way. It’s like my way of flipping my middle finger to those who rejected me in the past. Petty. The Wonderful Misadventures of Danforth Thackeray. Monday, December 17, 2012. I love ...
