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Happy birthday to the most beautiful woman in the universe! ☀ Times change, but our love will always remain. Looking forward to more crafts/home projects, museum and art moments, travels abroad, and delicious dinners (like later tonight 😉). You give me strength. Love you lots ❤❤❤

Receiving #letters and sending #postcards by snail mail add a little bit of magic back to a tired heart. ❤ There's something beautiful about the written word (and occasional doodle) that printed text can't quite express just yet. Our words hang in that space between permanent data and transient conversation. There's no backspace or delete. Celebrate the #NationalLetterWritingMonth this April by sending a handwritten note to your crush, a stranger, or even your future self! . . . Still finishing this gorgeous set of postcards from @abbeysy #abbeysy that I got a couple of years ago. Though sometimes I send out DIY postcards from @papemelroti and cool Filipino-themed postcards from #bookmark1945 #thebookmarkinc 🐌 Save snail mail by visiting your local post office and @phlpostofficial! 💌 #Write_On!

I wrote three words for my letter to heaven, where the sun must shine brighter: I love you. And then I realized there are no more words. I love you, and I wish in all my heart that you heard me say my last 'I love you' when I walked out the ICU doors. I was afraid they would be my last words. I was right. I love you, and you told me you loved me too, a month and a century ago. You asked me when I'll become a doctor, and I said 2021, two more years. In my heart I also said please wait for me. I wish you did, but I'm happy you didn't, and so I love you, and the afritada you used to make, and the hours I spent on the phone listening to you speak, how you hid from colonizers and walked through woods in your youth. You championed education and taught hundreds how to dream. You held my hand. I love you, and my earliest memory of you, standing on the hot corrugated roof of our old home, hanging clothes in the air, virile and glorious and beautiful. You had parties and prayer circles and dances in the sky, painting your hair purple and brown and white. I love you, and I knew you were tired and in need of rest. I love you, and I am sorry that you exist now only in our memories, staying in heaven as you are. Love is the only thing that remains. I love you, and I thank you, and I miss you. Every time the sun breaks the horizon, I will think of you.

Woke up at the crack of dawn to avoid the book sale rush 🌅 and I got to browse maybe a million titles in comfort. 😍🤓 I'm so excited to read the books I bought from @bbwbooksph ! Check out my latest blog post for more 💛 #book #bookhaul #bigbadwolfbooks #blogging #haul

iced latte for the hell that is slow progress ("to them, there is no shame") ☕🤘seriously, i keep falling asleep at the transes... 😴🛋 Inferno by Anton Del Castillo #ArtFairPH #art #inferno #coffee #study

back at it again with the art 🔥👀❤#ArtFairPH #art #gallery #philippines #love #ootd 📷 @giannamhere

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