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April A.
Nineteen
Philippines


Lo and behold, a 19 y/o overthinking machine who has a love for caffeine and meaty burgers. This is Simprilcity, her personal haven-slash-dumpsite. Random musings, reviews, and all sorts of nonsensery are to be posted here.

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Day after day.
written by April on Nob 1, 2013 @ 8:07 AM | 0 comment(s)


cr. as tagged

01
Hey babe. Coffee, you want?
You know I don't like coffee except when it's from you. Give me that.

02
I'm fat huhuhu.
No you're not.
Yes I am.
I'm falling even more inlove with you when you do that.
But I am fat. You used to squeeze my fat fingers and laugh at them, remember?
I was trying to make you pout.
I miss that about you.
I miss you more.

03
So where's that kiss?
Don't be so abusive.
Come on. Don't you love me?
I do. So much. :*


He loved her, of course; 
but better than that, 
he chose her, day after day.
Choice: that was the thing.
Sherman Alexie

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