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Inspiring Interior in Berawa by @biombo_architects
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blue jacaranda blossom in 昆明kunming, yunnan province of china
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also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.
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“I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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Joy Sullivan, from “These Days People Are Really Selling Me On California”, Instructions for Traveling West
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😂💜😉🧶 @crochetverse
Link to my blog/website: https://crochetml.com/
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I wrote you a love letter I never sent you.
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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”
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Sometimes, I feel there's something awful wrong with me
Something other people cant see
I wonder if I'm not hurt enough or if I'm just too good at hiding it.
I think more than I should that there is something wrong with me
I dwell on this idea every once in a while but then I'll wash my face and if I scream loud enough in my head, the thought will go away
If I pretend hard enough that there is nothing there and then it wont be anymore
And as much as I bury it and dont tell myself and dont tell my friends its still there
Like an obssessive ghost following me with a cloud
It seems to never leave
And it brings with it the everlasting doubt if its even real
Happy sad happy sad, which one am I?
If I squeeze my eyes and focus hard enough it might go away, like a bad dream
But I'm not dreaming anymore
So tell once and for all is this real or not?
I seem to have forgotten, the line between reality and illusion has become so blurry in my head I barely know who I am
I feel like pieces of what's around me, talking like my cousins and dressing like my friends
A costume of a happy ending
Except deep down there is something I cant show, a kind of hidden jewel, so rare to me, that am such an open book
Read me, see me, feel me
Understand who I am then tell me what to do so I can do it right this time.
The line is so blurry it's like a fog in my brain
Making it impossible for me to discern the storm from the rain.
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