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The art of falling is to belief you will touch down.

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Can't see the sadness for the tears.

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Getting lost while tracing patterns in the deepest layers of my thoughts. 

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Where silence lingers, sorrow roots and bears its fruit.

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Growth is a slow dance with time.

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In every gaze, poetry whispers.

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Creating pattern illustrations is my favorite way to unwind—it feels like yoga for my brain: stretching, strengthening, and relaxing all my creative cells.

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Fighting the monsteras in my head.

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Where do I belong when my own mind no longer feels like home?

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I promise you I will always keep searching for what we lose along the way— through carelessness or the swiftness of life.

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With questions and coffee, each day begins.

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Rediscovering Tumblr after 9 years of absence feels surreal. Nothing in my life is the same as it was back then, but one thing has remained constant—I’ve always kept illustrating.