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two women. and they kiss. think about it

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food is ready, shirt stained with tomato sauce, smoked more than i said i would, day hot af, i think it will rain though. july day in all its glory. i have to study..

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being the audience and the perfomer type of summer

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προσπαθώ να γράψω αυτά που νιώθω ελπίζοντας να καταλάβω καλύτερα τι θέλω. συμπεραίνω πως θέλω να δίνω αγάπη ξανά και ξανά. τα χέρια μου επιθυμούν να χαϊδέψουν και το σώμα μου να αγκαλιάσει. κάποιες φορές διαβάζω δυνατά ωστέ τα αυτιά μου να αγγιχτούν από την φωνή μου. μεγαλώνω. με πονά η μοναξιά. με πονούν οι στίχοι. με πονά η ποίηση και οι αναμνήσεις. αλλά πόσο όμορφη η ομορφιά της τέχνης...

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every time i feel a change in my life and in my character, i am writing long letters to namjoon in my mind. his art always feels like a holding hand.

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i am watching scenes from lalaland to feel the closure i never had with him til now. we were cruel to each other, him with his actions and me with my words.

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i feel so empty. i thought that at 25 i would feel much more full but i guess i gave so much of myself while loving people. in the past, a walk in a garden with words dancing around my head would be enough to make me feel happy but now i know that i want more. i would like if someone else would hold my hands instead of the ink.

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Fiona Apple, unknown photographer but I think it's the same session as the 'Rockin On' Magazine set (its the same dress) so Jan 2000.

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saw half of a film and smoked at the garden and now everything feels cinematic, poetic and i love summer!!!

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i feel the need to read and write again but sadness makes me feel disgusting. maybe i should take care of myself with art. i know it will help. but i can't move towards that path. yesterday i saw the sea and sunflowers and the orange in the sky. that place that is so familiar and so attached to my poetry. but i felt empty and not that desire to write. it is so beautiful that even growing distance from poetry feels poetic. maybe because that distance is associated with poetry makes it feel like a return to poetry at the same time. idk. everything feels messy and sad.

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when i go on a walk and pet a cat thats the real me