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[notababy-babygirl]

So gusto ko ng Tim Hortons ngayon o kaya DD iced coffee. Hays. Antok na antok katawang lupa ko. Send helppppp!

Or you can also send some coffee. Lol!

Nway, asan na kaya yung nagsabing magpapadeliver ng iced coffee dito? Sksksksksks baka nainom nya na yung kape. Hahahahahah charrrrrrot.

[notababy-babygirl]

#PatayNaBa

[notababy-babygirl]

Yung hirap nako sa office chair kaya napabili nako ng seat cushion memory foam. 😅 Myghaaaaaad pag walang karat talaga parang nagssstiff mga buto. Lol.

Tapos, every purchase ko I make sure na meron padin talaga akong bibilhin na cutie stuff like nung rainbow kineme. Bakit ba. Feeling kawaii nga ako e. HAHAHAHAHAH!

Ayern. Excited nako sa delivery. 🥰

[notababy-babygirl]

Edi sige. Tiisan gaming pala. HAHAHAHAH pero shuta I miss agad. Hirap landiin kapag di nagrereply.

Ay bahala ka. C na 'to oh. Lugi kapa? HAHAHAHAHAHAH char mukang lugi nga.

[notababy-babygirl]

I just took it positively. Nevermind the regrets. :)

[taeminrecuerdos]

04.07.2021

Foto de Kkoong publicada en las instastories del mejor amigo de Taemin.

💬: "Foto para prevenir la tristeza de los lunes ❤️"

[sunny-wight-writes]

This poem is called: This is the story of the time I got really high and wrote poetry in the shower

Once again, my bathroom walls have found themselves fallen victim to my cataclysmic imagination. First the long talks with my mirror, then the unrequited intimacy with the toilet. Studies will be done on the ways I have found to turn this bathroom into a diary.

I wish someone would have told me that the last dabs of the weed cart were gonna hit harder than the first ones. I also wish someone would have told me that these bath time crayons from Amazon were going to bleed as much as they did, but for five dollars I’m not sure what I was expecting. 

All I’ve ever wanted to do is paint pictures with my words; the ones I purposefully plucked, gingerly with the very tips of my fingers, out of the online dictionary and onto my pages. I want my words to mean something. 

There are 170,000 words in the English language. There are one-hundred-seventy-thousand words in the English language. There are 170,000 words in the English language, and instead of taking the time to clack away at my keyboard writing them out, I am scribbling as many of those 170,000 words as possible onto my bathroom wall in a washable crayon meant for children. 

(Perhaps that’s why they fit so perfectly into my hands.) 

I’m so high, I should probably take a cold shower. I’m so high, I need to get my words out while I can still remember them. I’m so high, I’m pretty sure if I jumped off of the roof of this building it would take hours for me to reach the ground.

I pray to someone that I’ll have the ability to make sense of these thoughts come morning; that the 45-minute shower I just took writing rainbow gibberish on the walls will at least count for something. That I will at least find my heart that I just poured into the bathtub still beating as I step into my morning shower. 

Each tile is a letter I will never have the courage to send. Each inch of color was written by a different version of myself, for every moment that passes I become slowly yet increasingly sober. Each and every word is a mirror-- a reflection of my past mistakes and things I can never take back. Every streak of pigment is an apology to someone who needs to hear it but never will because I know I will never have the guts to allow these words to leave the bathroom.

The best I know to do is wash these words away and let them slip into the drain, dancing down the city pipes, and hope they find themselves in the homes of those they belong to.

[nootherlovegj]

Goodnight my honey wifey💤😪💤 Sorry I couldn’t have a proper talk with you tonight😔 Let’s have it tomorrow, I’ll go to bed earlier😉 Please have a good night’s sleep honey, see you later, I love you very very much 🌻❤️💍💍❤️🐼🌈🥨🍕☕🥐🍦🍹🍟🌭🍷