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The little lady in the music box: Life of a Gypsy
When I leave Manila.. the new country I’ve called home for a few months … What will flash through my memory will look like a kaleidoscope and sound like a mix tape like you’ve never heard before. For the sounds it would be something like this : honking horns, roosters, thunder, the sweet luring…
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”In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Abraham Lincoln (via quote-book)
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This would be me. In fact, my ipod is my best friend.
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