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people we meet on vacation by emily henry 💓

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Vicky Cristina Barcelona

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i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a “hey i miss you” or “can you help me out for a second?” or “you want to hang out?” text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. “hey, you got the job!”. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.

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Holy Wild, Gwen Benaway

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“The woman you are becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. Choose her over everything.”

— Unknown

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Albert Camus, The Fall

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Red Velvet  'The ReVe Festival 2022 - Feel My Rhythm’ - calmato

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“I don’t believe the cure for loneliness is meeting someone, not necessarily. I think it’s about two things: learning how to befriend yourself and understanding that many of the things that seem to afflict us as individuals are in fact a result of larger forces of stigma and exclusion, which can and should be resisted. Loneliness is personal, and it is also political. Loneliness is collective; it is a city. As to how to inhabit it, there are no rules and nor is there any need to feel shame, only to remember that the pursuit of individual happiness does not trump or excuse our obligations to each another. We are in this together, this accumulation of scars, this world of objects, this physical and temporary heaven that so often takes on the countenance of hell. What matters is kindness; what matters is solidarity. What matters is staying alert, staying open, because if we know anything from what has gone before us, it is that the time for feeling will not last.”

— The lonely city, Olivia Laing

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Adam Patterson, Regurgitate (Performance Documentation), Barbados, 2016. Photographed by Logan Thomas.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m only meant for myself

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I Tre Volti della Paura, 1963

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"How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers."

– Susan Sontag, Death Kit

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