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2016 aah day
Beach Day with Bestie💕🫶🏼
always bored in my room
stewing nd petting my cat lolipop
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Me eating an açaí bowl at Redondo Beach
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they were splish splashing
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niche yearning for old shit idk.
I read this poem recently about how thee impossible is about reaching love that is reciprocated thru actions but has anyone been obsessed with the feeling of pure bliss of the silence of nostalgia. It's like I relish in the fact that these items have so much history. Like for me I only get this feeling when I go inside of thrift stores/gallerias/antique shops. Either getting really high and listening to beach house or tame impala. There was like a certain warmth that would drape over my body when I would indulge in any of these activities. Like an invisibility cloak. Is my experience common or have I never had an original experience.
Rachell Prado Fall/Winter ‘24
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Thank god I’m able to be released from the shackles of being anything to anyone. I deserved to be loved and reciprocated by actions not by words. I rather act accordingly to how you act so I mirror but if you caused me irreparable emotional damage. Godspeed.
To be loved and lost.
Something about letting go of ur first love is that I have peace with the good memories. The second I get triggered over the bad ones. It really stab and stab and stabs me. I think that is why I don’t let anyone in anymore. I would love to see someone try to do that hehe.
Update:First love caused me physical chest pain and straight up scared into oblivion. Too bad I’m going thru to a lot rn. He really loved bombed me. Straight felt suffocated. I was so scared I ran away.
Update: I’m going to therapy and church yall cuz WTFFF😵💫
Update: it feels good know I have nothing hurting my brain frfr.
Update: 10 months of single two days ago and ngl I just miss intimacy in general nd the warmth of someone hand on my face frfr tho I was watching it ends with us on Netflix and I kept cringing when I saw someone kiss. I wonder when imma stop feeling like the stabbing in my heart or something like that
“If the evil were to see you, they’d kiss your hand and repent.”