e mucha perdí

Just an island girl that spends too much time thinking.

[aimerai35mm]

wisdom on the streets // berlin, 2025 // minolta riva

[dieorthrive]

Die and Thrive

People always tell you to choose.

To die or to thrive.

As if life is a neat little crossroads.

As if suffering automatically points one way and healing the other.

But nobody tells you that sometimes you do both.

Parts of you die.

The child who waited by the phone.

The girl who thought love was something you earned.

The person who kept making room for people who never made room for her.

And somehow, after every small death, something survives.

Something stubborn.

Something embarrassing.

Something that still waters dead plants just in case.

I have died a thousand times.

And yet, here I am.

Thriving isn’t the opposite of dying.

Sometimes thriving is what happens after you’ve buried enough versions of yourself and kept walking anyway.

[muchaperdi]

Rotterdam, the Netherlands

[muchaperdi]

I keep wishing I could rewind time,

to that moment

of me with my toes in the sand,

holding your hand,

as we walked into the freezing water

nothing else mattered, I felt unstoppable

as the cold water hit my thighs,

and the hot sun warmed my back,

nothing felt impossible,

as I held your hand

[achillesinhighheels]

Raposa, Maranhao, Brazil, 2008, by Bruno Barbey

[if-sobolo-was-a-person]

thank you and you and you𓁙 𓁋

[auxcayes]

[beautifullyirrelevant-deactivat]

[deresjot]

(via Pin auf Nature)

[misterlemonzlime]

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[ofolodza]

Nikon L35AF Fujifilm Superia Premium 400

[muchaperdi]

Mi ta sinti falta di e sintimentu di bo solo riba mi kara, e zonido di bo bientu ku ta pone e palunan kanta, e bista di e hel, oraño, ros ku ta pinta bo shelunan atardi, e sabor di bo awa salu riba mi lenga, e holó di e awa seru ku a kai manera e tin años sin wak bo djis pa e disparse sinku minut despues, mi ta sinti falta di bo, pero nada ku mi hasi no lo hibabo bek n’ami

I miss the feeling of your sunshine on my face, the sound of your wind that makes the trees sing, the sight of the yellow, orange, pink that paint your afternoon skies, the taste of your salt water on my tongue, the smell of the rain that came down like it's gone years without seeing you just to disappear five minutes later, I miss you, but nothing I do will bring you back to me

[auxcayes]

La-Saline, Port-Au-Prince, Haiti

[auxcayes]

[auxcayes]

[bippus]

Thinking of succumbing to something later

[muchaperdi]

When I lay down in the sea, gazing up into the wide blue sky

When my skin starts dissolving into the water

And my bones get buried under rocks, carried by the current

Do not mourn me

I am right where I want to be

[aimerai35mm]

lushness // jardin, colombia, 2022 // shot with yashica j2