Ariel, on land.
Squiggled this wounded tail Scales, reflecting the sun Trickled with blood, brushed against rocks My salty skin hungers for water. I have come for you, Crossed worlds for you. Where are you now?
The 22 Me
August 09, 2009 I got up this morning knowing that the same thing’s gonna happen. Exactly like yesterday, exactly like the day before yesterday. I opened my eyes and then blur flooded my view. I was feeling physiologically heavy because my system is sleeping…still! But my body has been very reliable when it comes to early waking coz I stand up rather abruptly. No yawning, no...
my body is a temple
I once had a privilege to meet a beautiful woman— a mother of five wonderful children, a woman who has been through hell and back, yet found refuge in her incontestable faith in God at the end of it all. She is a woman with an intellect that surpasses her already innate beauty, and I very much respect her for every bit that she is. And of all the people, she was the least person I’d expect...
Pimped the desktop. It’s the only “change” I can do for now til I can afford a new shit. I really love the background though. It serves as a daily motivation. :)
These string of pictures pretty much sum up an intimate night during my cuzzo’s 18th birthday. We did a little get together between family and friends at our uncle’s backyard and decorated the place ourselves. You may as well remember now that we (cousins) love Christmas lights! We are very much in love with starry starry moods— we think it automatically sets the dreamy-ness to...
“Everyday, I dream of walking through the same place, a sunny patch somewhere only we know. The sunlight permeating the dry leaves and flowers, emanating dreamy orange hues; I think of you fondly on a lazy afternoon. I glare at the sun, I can’t fathom its shape, but I am trapped in this somnolence as I immerse my eyes, lost in it’s dancing rays of brilliance. It’s...
© ferina albano
I just love the beach— the smashing of sea water on orange rocks, the salty air, the supple and moist feel which becomes of my cheeks, the white sand between my toes, and the thought of owning the world when I stretch my arms as I scream at the top of my lungs however the wind blows against the sound waves…
So it’s a monday, and it’s a holiday. Therefore, I got time to do all my long overdue jobs. I am drinking lots of water on the side because I am super dehydrated. Still can’t get over the fact that I saw a newborn rat. Who the hell wants to see that?
SPAM's new babies: omfg
Buffalo wings with barbecue and plum sauce. Pasta paella.
I once mentioned that my standards for men narrowed to ‘just someone who won’t burn the edges of a sunny side up’. Then I realized after some time that his playlist must at least range from Tears for Fears to Phoenix too. Standards evolve, and at one point everything comes in full circle. Someone was made for you, and it’s pointless to make standards. Because one way or...