
Photo edited by the wonderful Tina Gallardo
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Photo edited by the wonderful Tina Gallardo
Visit her multiply for the entire poem: http://candiedapples.multiply.com
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well maybe. I do not think I would.
- An Excerpt from the poem "Love is not all"
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The most revolting, most absolutely disgusting thing happened to me today.
I stepped out of the LRT semi-fresh and ready to get on the FX that would bring me home, when...
I felt something wet on my heel.
Something that was travelling slowly and gooey-ly down to my slippers.
I figured it was just the usual canal water.
BUT NO.
It was spit. Phlegm. Pure, green, sticky, pedicab driver-induced spit.
I am the luckiest girl in the wooooorld!
THANK YOU MANILAAAA!

I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger... hahahaha!
*enter hyenas*
- The Lion King
Who knew that potty training could be so freaking difficult? Props to my parents! Hahahaha.
B o R e D.