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https://www.etsy.com/shop/lizpotz

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Angels trumpets 🎺 (at Kardamyli)

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his eyes see straight into me like they know everything about me

his eyes only look that way

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Singapore, 1965. Street scene, Burt Glinn.

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cheers to being somebody new every year

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Nan Goldin

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 Intrigued by you, interestingly want to hang out with you all the time, really want to keep kissing you.

??? weird how I turn to mush so often

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when you have to dodge certain things from the people you love the most, life and understanding your own personal experiences becomes a very different thing. Too often I feel like these people aren’t good for me, sometimes they’re too good, sometimes they need me too much. I am feeling probably more confined then ever before, my scandalous secrets can’t be told to either. So that leaves, me and me. It’s uncomfortable sometimes. One thing they ironically share is that they deep down don’t want me seeing other people, and they themselves don’t like each other. This is what it means to be too comfortable in your relationships. I might come back here to write.