Childhood Streets

We grew up on these streets but we never had enough film to take pictures of each other. Years later I went to take pictures that were never taken. But we are not in the pictures anymore / Main blog: marinalaurel.tumblr.com

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2026 | July 11. A warm rainy night. (It's July 12 for almost an hour already)

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2026 | July 11. Everything is shining after the rain. A wonderful warm evening.

(It was a day of getting my strength back.

People try to conceal their motives if it benefits them. Then you doubt yourself. You even can fall ill. That day it all came together at one point: I regained clarity after a clearly stress-induced illness that triggered that person to show themselves for who they were. Then I regained my anger, then I felt better. A post for me to not forget how it happens.)

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2026 | March 10

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2026 | January 28. "Books"

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2026 | January 12. Where you loved to be while you were waiting for me many years ago. Before we met. You already knew a name you wanted to give me.

I love you, Mom :' )

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2026 | January 21

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2026 | January 14

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2026 | January 6

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2025 | December 30

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2025 | December 12. Я люблю вас всех очень

Утро.

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2025 | November 22

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2025 | November 22

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2025 | September 5

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2025 | August 16

I finally took a picture of these windows.

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2024 | December 23

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2024 | May 25

Два года прошло, без пяти дней, как я видела тебя в последний раз. Чуть больше двух лет, как я постила сюда последний раз. Сегодня, глядя на этих ребят, я вспоминала себя в детстве и то, как мы с тобой фотографировали этот скверик семь лет назад.

Пять дней после дневничка IFS.

Солнышко мерцает, любимые лиственницы, ёлочка, для нас особенная, сохранилась.

На ветке, на которой я висела в детстве, висели аж двое пацанов.

Клумба, вокруг которой я в детстве каталась на велике, а годы спустя на скейтике, всё та же.

Ниточка, тянущаяся из периода, пока ты была здесь, достянулась-таки до сегодня, и связала вместе время.

Я люблю тебя, Мисюличка.

I love you, Mom.

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2022 | April 2

Buds under snow