Gyk. Mispronounced, always. 1989. Child of His. Good book + Good music. Queenseeker84. Cloud9.
Finally.
Kiligs.
Same smile. Same pikit eyes. Same chin-up. Same page.
And I thank Him for sending you over.
Will forever sing this song! Lalalaaaaa!
Redundancy. n.
I was hesistant to buy this as I wait for you on our nth date. I think I already lost track how many dates we’ve had that night. Then, we went on our usual dates after I got out from the bookstore. I bought it, obviously. Bought it after a gazillion times asking myself If I have to.
So I found myself too much in love with this book. It’s not really the type of book I’d read, but it got me real hard. Big time. I have a hardcopy of it. I also have an ebook version of it.
Appreciating all of this more and more as I read the book again and again.
Singing this. :)
“What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.”
Lucky to have a sister with a good camera.
Popoy and Basha going for the shoes. Really.
Overplayed. On repeat.
“You can take a seat, do what you normally do.”
-Not doing anything, just sitting there watching someone leave.
“I’m about to let you see, this is what’ll happen if you ain’t givin’ your girl what she needs. “
-When she walked away when misery didn’t even bother you.
“Leave you. Move on to a Perfect Stranger.”
- Someday.
“Ain’t getting me back at the end of the song.”
-Love and Respect to herself dominates for her NOT to do that.
“Get out of my way, get out of my way. Got no more to say.”
-Thanking you for doing so.
Can’t get enough.
Some reasons. Trying to control but it’s hard. I choose to say that, “it’s hard.” -.-
