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| Current music: | beth orton; anywhere |
for all my needs;
it's that time of the month, kids.
funkfaith01 (6:26:58 PM): pero relationship-wise
funkfaith01 (6:27:02 PM): who wears the pants?
bux_32 (6:27:05 PM): you're equal
funkfaith01 (6:27:08 PM): SAKTLY.
funkfaith01 (6:27:10 PM): nobody.
bux_32 (6:27:11 PM): which i so even
bux_32 (6:27:16 PM): este envy
funkfaith01 (6:27:24 PM): we are perverts, we have no pants.
from the first time she's heard me talk about a boy, my sister has always been a tad too tight. it was close to having a third parent around. we go way back with the "bata ka pa", "wag yan", and "parang hindi ko siya gusto" warnings. now you understand why it means so damn much to hear that from her.
asthmatic 18-year-old's epiphany in between coughs # ewan ko.
nobody has to be inferior, or superior. nobody has to be right all the time, or be labelled the weaker half.
none of us work too hard while the other slacks off and slides away.
we don't have to be physically beautiful. there's zero need for cheese-grating six packs or perfectly hot buns.
we don't have to carry a name around. it's well enough being candy, or jay.
i know what makes us special and happy. it's probably the same thing the other couples have that keep them contented. we're not only the other person's best partner, we're also the best of friends. sappy much? yes.
we don't have to be anything, except our own selves.
paranoia or no paranoia, i know where IT'S been. that being said, i know where IT WILL go, because i will be right beside IT when that happens.
19 ones. the dog will eat the grass. ΓΌ
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