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you thought you were denied a thing when infact you were spared of it.

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Me reading a really good book: god this makes me wanna write

Me reading a really bad book: ugh this makes me wanna write

Me having coffee: i wanna write

Me going on a drive: i wanna write

Me doing the dishes: i wanna write

Me waking up: i wanna write

Me writing:

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instagram | manonpaardenkooper

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Light academia outfit, dark academia mind

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honestly, the only thing I aspire to be is unhinged.

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End of Menstrual.

10082022

I know. 🧿

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The world was hers for the reading. x

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- Beau Taplin

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New York Public Library

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Joan Didion writes, in On Keeping a Notebook, that the purpose of keeping a notebook, or a journal for that matter, isn’t because you simply want keep a personal record of things; but because you want to remember the person you were at that specific moment. we write things down on our notebook/journal/diary (whichever one of those you keep) because we want to remember. we want to remember what specific people meant to us on a particular day or hour. or minute. we want to remember our first impression of something (or of doing that something), possibly of someone, too. sometimes we think we’ll “always remember” important events: “I’ll make a mental note of that” etc etc. but in reality everything is fleeting. so Didion says write it down. keep a journal. that way, people, places, and certain events will always be there in case you ever want to come back to them sometime in the future. but also so that they don’t ever haunt you.

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https://www.instagram.com/p/CiAow_7PW0b/

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fall moodboard ☆🍂

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The Secret History (1992)

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“Each time that autumn comes I bloom afresh,”

— Alexander Pushkin, from A Treasury of Russian Verse; “Autumn (A Fragment),

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“I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness.”

— Anaïs Nin, from “A Journal of Love,” c. Fall 1932

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March 13, 2022

Been super slack with updating this but I’ve been so plugged in this semester! Learning a ton and my visualization and representation skills are improving so much. Really hoping to land a full time internship this summer as I recently read “The Defining Decade” and realized I have to take my life a bit more sincerely. Anyway, it would be too much to explain my thoughts or what I’ve been working on and making so I’m just dumping lol.