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I told the stars about you

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frutinhas

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floral 🪷🌼🌹

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crochê 🧶

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gaza's fruits

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Mati Klarwein

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porcelana de gatinho

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Ivan Pokidyshev

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arquitetura 🏛️

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resistência - 1987

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I always feel that I am abnormal because I can’t move on.

People have flings or even relationships, break up, and forget everything. They change partners like they change cereal brands. I feel that I can’t forget the people I’ve been with because each one has specific qualities.

You can’t replace anyone. What was lost is lost.

Every relationship that ends hurts me. I never recover. That’s why I’m careful when I get involved with someone. Because it hurts too much. Because I’ll miss the mundane things about that person.

I have an obsession with small things. Maybe I’m crazy, but when I was a girl, my mother told me I was always late for school. One day, she followed me to find out why. I would watch the chestnuts fall from the trees and roll on the sidewalk, or the ants crossing the street, or the shadow of a leaf on a tree trunk. Small things.

I think it’s the same with people. I see small specific details of each thing that move me, and I miss them afterward. You can’t replace anyone because everyone is a sum of small, beautiful details.

I remember, for example, that your beard has reddish strands.

And that the sun made them shine that morning, just before you left.

I remembered that… and I missed it.

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palestine

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maya history

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rug life