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snugglin’
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Baby mermaid says “Nighty Night my Moon Love”
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Cartier Love bracelet
“Unlike traditional bracelets, which are either wide enough to slip them over the hand onto the wrist or can readily be opened in order to put them on, the Love bracelet is designed to be opened only using a special screwdriver that is supplied with every bracelet. The screwdriver is also available in the form of a necklace, allowing the bracelet to be “locked” onto one person while the “key” is kept around the neck of another as a symbol for their commitment to their relationship.”
DIY Pressed Flower iPhone Case on Etsy
// Convo with a friend//
i do a lot of self work.
go to therapy.
take myself on artists dates.
pretend like i have more confidence than i do.
it is so easy to feel defeated for me…
especially when i have like $10 in my bank account.
- but i studied a lot about the concepts of anyi and Peruvian shamanism …
and it seems to work for me.
reciprocity.
whatever i put out, i get back in some way or another.
it is weird but it works.
so i believe in it, though i don’t understand it.
i should not have been able to pay my rent the past few months.
but i move from a place of gratitude and awe…
and some how it manifests itself.
and though some days i look like am struggling
i find joy in connection.
i like talking to others,
and hearing their stories,
and somehow i feel like it makes the world a better place.
I was always an unusual girl.
My mother told me I had a chameleon soul,
no moral compass pointing due north,
no fixed personality;
just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean…
And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying…
Because I was born to be the other woman.
I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything,
with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it,
and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me…
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people,
and finally I did on the open road.
We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives into a work of art.
gimme.
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Photographer. Student. Blogger. Writer. Poet. Alive. 25 years old. Cancer. AFAB. Gender-fluid. Chaotic neutral. Pierced. Tattooed. Full of Love.
