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Your romantic partner defines your reputation. Youāre telling the world that this person represents you. Who you are, what you tolerate, what you believe you deserve & your self esteem
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
they want us to all hate each other and everyone falls for it every time
I can't fuck with people who are fundamentally uncurious.
Simon HarsentĀ -Ā Irene. Photographs taken at Jones beach after hurricane Irene had passed through.
Kenny Harris - Moka with teal blue and red (2024)
Kenny Harris (American, 1974), Moka with Teal Blue and Red, 2024. Oil on canvas on aluminum composite material, 60 x 40 cm.
the earth didnāt have to give us meadows of poppies, but she did!!
idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.
everyone is becoming way too comfortable about being horrible people