I have the skin of two different boys
under my fingernails.My mother tells me to clean them out when
I realize my thighs still ache from
all the ways he made me fold
underneath him and maybe
I like myself being
just a little bit
dirty.Is it wrong of me to want, darling?
Is it wrong of me to leave?
To live?Today in the shower I washed you out of my hair,
but I leave my nails undone.
I sharpen my tongue.
I file my teeth.- Sade Andria Zabala, Scratches On The Back
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(at The Social Cebu, Ayala Terraces)
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Judging is instinctive. If we didn’t judge people we wouldn’t be alive as a species. It is a survival skill which we are born with and go on to develop. Consciously or subconsciously everybody judges, including you, so let them.
Bitching is natural. If we feel negatively about anything we…
"My mom died in August."
"What was your favorite thing about her?"
"Her sense of humor."
"What was the time you most appreciated her sense of humor?"
"Probably when I was in high school and she walked in on my girlfriend and I going at it. I was too embarrassed to go back home, so she called my girlfriend, and asked to speak to me. When I got on the phone, she said: ‘Bet you went soft pretty quick there, huh?’"



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"You forgot to pick me up from practice!" [x]](http://41.media.tumblr.com/7bb2516bf13132c9f99bb8328f1a54ba/tumblr_n74nlt1Cfe1qewacoo1_500.jpg)
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Be nice to Frank. [caboosium]](http://33.media.tumblr.com/23bbe1eb75e6d18775575a41cb1a2168/tumblr_ndp60b7sD61qewacoo1_500.jpg)

