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My favourite page in this journal: Oscar Wilde in church. He says the lyrics of Kongos’ I Want It Free:

I had a dream the other night Where I could see my name in lights But every time I get close it starts to fade away

On the other side is one of my favourite quotes from him: ‘I can resist anything except temptation.’

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All my handmade a6 notebookss

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florence+the machine more like fuck me up

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Acrylic in a moleskine sketchbook 30.8.18

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courtesy of my constant internal monologue

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things I’ve said in therapy #4

society6.com/abiwhales

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serenity. the salt, the sun, and the sea.

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Instagram @carlikchapus

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The Ecstasy of Saint Theresa

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ig:  carlikchapus

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skull 

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Come loudly, silently, dancing on tip toes when the moon is full. Come, heed my invitation. We’ll make this night chant our names. Come, the sheets await your tenderness. I’ll carry you with all the strength I have and with every step we’ll make million dreams come true. Let’s curl ourselves up in the skin of ours and share the drops that form on them.

Will you be the whisper which every minuscule piece of me beckons to?

We’ve grown tired of the meaningless ticking of time and I see the weariness in your eyes. Where every touch heralds a new awakening, let’s go there. Slide on the avalanches of our passion.

Come, we’ll make childish love and break every fence and wire that ever surrounded us. We’ll start a new road at every dead end, for beyond every road of yours is a road that leads to me. Come, we’ll find each other again, anew, raised on clouds and surrounded by all that we feel.

Come, lose yourself in me, for tonight’s the night when the moon is full, the sky of unknown heights and us inseparable.

Come, it’s time for us to whore a little more, it’s our time when you and me merge irreversibly into we.

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