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oozey mess

Janaina Medeiros

#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day
hello vonnie

Origami Around
KIROKAZE
Keni
art blog(derogatory)
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Xuebing Du

Andulka

Discoholic 🪩

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AnasAbdin
ojovivo

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
seen from Singapore
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@helloheavenleigh
Scrolling through my old Tumblr account feels like revisiting my old town that I haven’t been to in a while. Seeing the parts of myself that I forgot without even knowing that I forgot. I’ve been feeling lately that I have lost some of myself—not from marriage or motherhood, but from filling so many spare moments with a screen instead of my thoughts like I used to before social media was in my hand instead of my desktop and instantly refreshable. I used to daydream in bed for hours before I fell asleep. Now I stare at pixels until my eyes close—filling my brain with input from everyone except myself.
My life is wonderful now. I’m not depressed like I used to be—is there even time to be depressed now? But, there’s a part of myself I miss that I want to tap into. My old aesthetic, my old vibe.
On the other hand, I see my old posts happy with where I am. I see all the photos of couples and remember a time when I was daydreaming of a boy to pick me up and sweep me off of my feet—and he has. I see those pictures now and think of him and what I already have and the butterflies I still get 11 years later. I’m a lucky girl.
He is literally the light of my life and everything that keeps me going,
and I am everything that makes him stressed and miserable.
I feel like I've ruined things for him, like I've been a bad influence or something. I should have stayed away.
He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
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