Never love a wild thing. You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree, then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
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— Holly Golightly (Breakfast at Tiffany’s, 1961)
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09.05.11. Just last week when my friends and I wanted to try something new, we discovered Kitch’ Café. A quaint hole-in-the-wall restaurant tucked in the ground floor of Sunvar Plaza. I’d like to think of it as one of Makati’s best kept secrets.
Albeit being French-inspired, it did not seem intimidating at all. In fact even at night, its ambience was welcoming.
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01.19.12 at Plantation Bar (super late post!) Because I am currently rummaging photos from my phone. And reminiscing, haha!
The highlight of the night, aside from the flaming shot, was of course Kara’s fierceness (as seen in the third to the last photo). Fun times!
Beat Rice Eyales, is this you? Its Kevo.from Anonymous
Ha! Someone thought I was http://carveher.tumblr.com/ I feel so honored.
416: the beach, those wooden chairs, falling asleep on your shoulder. scraping my knees right outside the door. sheets, white sheets. heat. darkness.
4B: the balcony, a thick cloud of smoke. everyone everywhere, but too dark for anyone to see. and then hands. “stop.” more hands. “please, stop.”
15C: a wall. you, the television set. “let’s get out of here,” a period, not a question. the aftertaste, like mouthwash. the view of the sunrise from your daybed.
