HANNAH

Vault of Memories

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“In order to be free you simply have to be so, without asking permission of anybody. You have to have your own hypothesis about what you are called to do, and follow it, not giving in to circumstances or complying with them. But that sort of freedom demands powerful inner resources, a high degree of self-awareness, a consciousness of your responsibility to yourself and therefore to other people.”

Andrei Tarkovsky, from “The artist’s responsibility,” Sculpting in Time, trans. Kitty Hunter-Blair (University of Texas Press, 1987)

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As I soar through the vast expanse of the sky gazing at the cotton candy clouds, I feel so drowned out by the awe so great.

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Just another day with my gals. In these photographs, we never could see the joys that ageing had in store.

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Some dump snaps from our trip to aklan.

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Wordsworth praises the beautiful sea for its calm and rage. It’s as if the whole world is hushed with admiration for the beauty of nature, much as a nun is rendered breathless.

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Under the canopy of cafe while blending seamlessly in it. I’m having a great time after such a hell of a long weekend.

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How lit my day has been with my girlies. Embracing summer madness and the excitement is undeniable with them.

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Solo pictures spam in different shots and angles within the same place. Surrounded by serene waters and majestic scenery. Just me, the breeze, and a moment of pure bliss.

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May’s blueprint: night solitude, playing uno, fake tats session, snap a mirror moment, memorial visits, and had an agreement.

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A quick snap at the backseat before heading home along with my cousin clasping the camera.

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With such a cutie companion, plusle plushie. It awakes me of my carefree childhood days filled with laughter and play.

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Trapped in an intermediate stage of coziness at the seaside. Indulging in liquor, an elixir that ignites the flames of enthusiasm within us.

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Beginning my morning by lowkey promoting my favorite go-to lippie that taste like a freshly brewed coffee, dawn legacy is serving.

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A one fine hug and comfort could fix all of my inner fiascos in tenfold. Luv u always my bff hihi.

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Capiztahan’s nightlife madness.

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In the whirlwind of daily obligations, a chilly cup of blue lagoon becomes a stolen sanctuary while chasing the echoes of a night seamlessly.

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A week in life as a sleep deprived arch draft student.