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This Ponyboy Curtis litrato contains portrait, headshot, and closeup.
Technically speaking, the definition of tough is not cool, but strong enough to withstand adverse conditions or rough or careless handling.” Ross says.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really mga kaibigan with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along madami often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really mga kaibigan with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along madami often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does Hesus have a scary beard?” My eight taon old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve taon old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sa pamamagitan ng now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any araw now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does Hesus have a scary beard?” My eight taon old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve taon old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sa pamamagitan ng now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any araw now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“What’s the prettiest thing about me?” You ask your boyfriend.
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, pag-ibig and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
He pauses for a second, thinking.
“You.” He finally answers, smiling.
“That’s not one thing.” You roll your eyes and giggle.
“Yes it is. You are you. Without certain things, you wouldn’t be you. If you’re pretty eyes weren’t (eye color), you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t snort when you laugh, you wouldn’t be you. If you didn’t randomly burst into song, you be you.
If you weren’t nice and sweet and funny, it wouldn’t be (Y/N). The (Y/N) I know, pag-ibig and adore.” He smiles as he kisses you on the cheek.
“Really?” You ask.
“Really.”
“Really really?”
“Really really.”
yet ANOTHER poem...
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for you
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for you
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would paghahanap a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no madami tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do you see?
do you now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with you
i am just full of these
i would crawl a thousand miles for you
i would walk two thousand
i would run three thousand
i would embrace four thousand
i would do anything for you
i would jump off a cliff
i would run down a mountain
i would paghahanap a thousand cities
i would use an upside down map
i would cry until i had no madami tears
i would fight two hundred men
i would risk my own life
so, do you see?
do you now finally see?
i would do anything and everything
if it meant i could be with you
