Because this poem is named after someone who broke my heart, light years ago
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.
Richard Siken

![My cousin and I went to this street in New York where quirky wigs, funky glasses frames, used film cams, yogurt and some bunch of other hipster stuff were sold. It was resident to hippies [with ala-mystery machine van to boot], Indians and cool people who look like their dogs. Bought 2 frames and had the lens changed in Quiapo. One is kind of cat eyeish ala Lisa Loeb [it makes me look super snooty] while the other one is a leopard print wayfarer type. Sadly, the latter is kinda for button nosed people and my nose got horribly inflamed :[ Also, my dad kept making fun of me, calling me WEIRDO, because I looked like a bubuyog with the wayfarers on and catwoman with the other frames.
I tried taking a pic of me in all the eyewear I had to see which suited me best. I would loooove to prove dad wrong but it seems that I still look best in my lola titanium glasses. Boo~
Hmm.. Ang creepy ng smile ko in the last frame :O](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuoss47Qrs1qzrv71o1_400.jpg)






