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You’re practically my world, honey. ♥

 
          Sharing some personal things online. I took an artwork from pincel3d of DA and tweaked it. So that’s my current desktop atm. I don’t want to grow tired of all the things eating me these days (research papers, school, more papers) so I will just be beaching my weekend away. I am missing my boyfriend already who is dozing soundly right now. I wish everyone well for their weekend. =)

Ps. Honey, I know you’re smiling while reading this. LOL.  *handcuffs your heart with mine*

Years in Sepia

we live to see the mistakes our parents bark

we cry some dying afternoons, hurting because we hurt back.

we grow seedless tears
squeezing our hearts empty
for every bit we do out of the box,
the box they created for us
the box they created for themselves

we are part our mothers,
part our fathers
locked in years spent in sepia

where we love, hate and learn.

but most of all,

 
we are ourselves.

innocent, toothless and clueless grins
trapped in forgotten moments of young years.
embraced and rejected millions of times
by harmless words that scar.

we walk on unknowing but wanting
to find some place to belong
some place to smile
and be the old souls that we are

innocent, toothless and clueless grins.

♥

100th ♥

You are everything beautiful,

And my best memory.

Ps. For the rest of our lives, let’s keep making the best moments together (whether it’s raining or not, with or without an umbrella). 66

Stick art by  Q. A. W.

because…

I love you.

But you’re not here now,

so I’m having your favorite instead.

Jollof rice.

Or at least what became of my attempt

to cook it. So I can experience

what my man’s favorite dish tastes like.

I cooked buffalo chicken wings

with it. I wish you were here

to have them with me.

On this day.

Our day.

53 kisses for me.

57 for you. Today.

♥

fifteen lines

You are my perfect conversation,
and the kind of cool that overwhelms.
I would bleed my toenails purple,
make countless typos or bald my hair empty
just to have your babies.

I wish you’d hear the builders, and  
the cats when they moan, and my heart.
You see, they remind me of you.
The early mornings and late nights of you.

Some days I hug my pillows,
trace the edges of their covers,
and smile imagining they were your skin.

Through a window in this part of the world,
if I only had fifteen lines, what can I say?

You are my fifteen lines.

Happy 15th ♥! 66