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a wild whisper runs spreading through these walls tearing me apart coming undone it feels like fate unraveling to me it says come this way though it’s not the path society says to stay so i ignore it and go about my days suffering with agony as they say and say life goes this way everything’s for money and security but i can’t even breathe i can’t even breathe when will i start living for me?

-gabina (@losangelesghostgirl )

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the doubtful guest, by Edward Gorey

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loneliness soaks me in this concrete planetarium i see the same faces all over this city they act like they don’t see me plagued by grey but there’s sunshine every day ego fed vitamins, loneliness as a state of mind

all the lights in this city burn brighter than the souls inside

-gabina (@losangelesghostgirl )

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i want to give my soul to someone, feel it in my limbs, filling me within crave a soul from someone, mine to keep, something so deep, i’d cut blood for, live and die for, run through infinities of life for two shooting stars caught in the same current

-gabina (@losangelesghostgirl )

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i want to give my soul to someone, feel it in my limbs, filling me within crave a soul from someone, mine to keep, something so deep, i’d cut blood for, live and die for, run through infinities of life for two shooting stars caught in the same current

-gabina (@losangelesghostgirl )

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the night the rabbits came, from kAt Philbin

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Lonely in the Village by Francisco Fonseca

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to find ones own way

I crave a dream of love so sweet passionate and deep but so many fears scatter everywhere withinside me, like what am I doing here what is my destiny I’ve lost my way, and no love will fix this no love will fill me no love will be a cure for this anxiety -gabina

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the wink, by Jessie Pope and Luis Wain (1868 - 1941)

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by Ethel Spowers, 1890 - 1947

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Why can’t we work full time, but get paid enough to live full time?

Why must we work full time, to get paid enough to live part time?

just some thoughts, as i dive down deep, into the existential essence of our reality...

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audrey hepburn reading in her home by Mark Shaw, 1953

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by Alisa Yufa @yufaalisa

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"i don't watch cable... or, like, live in the suburbs" -gabina (@losangelesghostgirl)

how i feel going to family homes on "football sunday" lol

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adieu to summer

landscapes of green flutter, make a scene textures jumbled as they tumble a dragon fly passes by caught in the scene dancing, so eagerly a glint of purple a shimmer so blue summers day fades away as autumn winds travel through sending a revered chill to bring forth change in its nightly dew

-gabina (@losangelesghostgirl)

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b&w 35mm - what do you see? by @losangelesghostgirl

(hint hint - man driving a convertible)

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downtown los angeles, from a rooftop in the arts district on 35mm | by www.losangelesghostgirl.com