And somewhere between pairing socks and untangling a bedsheet, with the happy tunes of Stray Kids in the background, the thought slipped in.
The things we forget, and the things we fight to remember.
Some mornings start with coffee, some with tears. Lately, it’s a two-for-one situation The day started with poorly-hidden tears, as it sometimes does lately. It wasn’t even 9 in the morning yet. The sky outside was doing that soft, indecisive thing where it can’t quite figure out if it wants to be grey or blue. … Continue reading The things we forget, and the things we fight to remember.
Spite and other reasons to stay alive
Live because the world doesn’t want you to. Because someone said you couldn’t. Because the government is a mess and the system is rigged and Enrile is still alive and we simply cannot let him win.
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