#thatfrailsoul: my notes

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– It is the eighth of march, the international women's day.

And this is my little tribute to my precious mother and her beautifully chaotic little art studio and atelier.♡

[thatfrailsoul]

– Lately, the weather...

Is that kind that makes you want to make your steps a little more slowly, breathe a little more deeply, asking others if they would like to go for a walk... And, honestly, I love it. I missed it so much.

(an entry from my diaries)

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[thatfrailsoul]

– Salt is kind of magical, and so are you

(some piroshki I made with my mom a few days ago and that sent me into the overthinking of the salt.)

In the last few days, for pure coincidence, I took again and again bites from unfinished and unseasoned food - they were waiting for that final touch of salt.

And in every single case, as soon as I tried them with salt, I had this simple but amazing realisation of how much salt actually matters. How it makes the food just taste so much better, filling my eyes with tears of enjoyment... A little tiny detail that made me spiral in so many thoughts.

For example, how long it has been since the last time I actually tasted the food I was eating, taking a moment to feel every ingredient and what they added to the dish.

Or, also, how we are probably just like the salt. A tiny sparkle that is convinced of having only one thing that they do and contribute to this world or the lives of those around them, without realising their actual worth and power. The power to make a single moment instantly much better, so much that the others catch themselves regretting of not noticing us, appreciating us or connecting with us sooner, and hoping to have a chance to do it more in the future.

So, in conclusion, you are the salt. Do with this information whatever you want.

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[thatfrailsoul]

– Tea bags, old glasses case, and cucumbers

First used as a bookmark. Second repurposed as a little pen holder. Third just a representation of the obsession of these days. ♡

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