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For the perfect beach/pool coverup check out @shophanya 🏖 For the best photographer/hype person/wardrobe stylist check out my bestie @dayyyyyang 😜 (at Lone Pine, The Boutique Hotel by The Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb1-JCLv5VTOPEARXjWStBGXT9Qg3JtBvybnnI0/?utm_medium=tumblr

How does every corner of this hotel is this cute? I’d move here if I could. (at Lone Pine, The Boutique Hotel by The Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb1z0hkvNRwGpH2SCiCLPhu5G_MTdmCw5ckWeE0/?utm_medium=tumblr

Sunset yesterday deserves its own post. The abg watersport told us to wait for the sun to “drop” into the sea because it’s going to be beautiful and this is sort of what I saw yesterday (because in real life it was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, much more than what my phone could ever capture 🧡) (at Batu Feringgi, Pulau Pinang, Malaysia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbuQ8_BPYVD4EMkU17fId2hMczHOWvZLwrFJHg0/?utm_medium=tumblr

At @story.of.ono (at ONO) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbon004vSw7LNzx0iZuFz1kgLnRmM6Dlqd0nCI0/?utm_medium=tumblr

Massage, mani-pedi, hair salon, sauna and personal grooming service in one place at @celestebeauty.my 🧡 All you need is a day off and you’ll be well taken care of from head to toe 🧖🏼‍♀️💅🏻 (at Celeste Beauty) https://www.instagram.com/p/CbUwfDvvRrIL4Ktv-Qch4Kdb3bTSzjSbimmGbE0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Jenavieve Belair

2 posts in a day on a good day like this. I hope you guys had a nice off day too today 🤍 https://www.instagram.com/p/CTPEkY9PnpdzH3eDviL7vpFLZ8o2LkIyDV_rxg0/?utm_medium=tumblr

No longer scared of oversized pants because they make me look 6ft tall https://www.instagram.com/p/CTPDCzXvOBC8W45cnuBiwniJEbT_Ms_1H9d-zo0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Quotes from Normal People

Novel by Sally Rooney

“Marianne had the sense that her real life was happening somewhere very far away, happening without her, and she didn’t know if she would ever find out where it was and become part of it. She had that feeling in school often, but it wasn’t accompanied by any specific images of what the real life might look or feel like. All she knew was that when it started, she wouldn’t need to imagine it anymore.”

“Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them. Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense, and she's aware of this now, while it's happening. She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.”

“Suddenly he can spend an afternoon in Vienna looking at Vermeer’s The Art of Painting, and it’s hot outside, and if he wants he can buy himself a cheap cold glass of beer afterwards. It’s like something he assumed was just a painted backdrop all his life has revealed itself to be real: foreign cities are real, and famous artworks, and underground railway systems, and remnants of the Berlin Wall. That’s money, the substance that makes the world real. There’s something so corrupt and sexy about it.”

“Last night he spent an hour and a half lying on the floor of his room, because he was too tired to complete the journey from his en suite back to his bed. There was the en suite, behind him, and there was the bed, in front of him, both well within view, but somehow it was impossible to move either forward or backward, only downward, onto the floor, until his body was arranged motionless on the carpet. Well, here I am on the floor, he thought. Is life so much worse here than it would be on the bed, or even in a totally different location? No, life is exactly the same. Life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head. I might as well be lying here, breathing the vile dust of the carpet into my lungs, gradually feeling my right arm go numb under the weight of my body, because it’s essentially the same as every other possible experience.”

“She tries to be a good person. But deep down she knows she is a bad person, corrupted, wrong, and all her efforts to be right, to have the right opinions, to say the right things, these efforts only disguise what is buried inside her, the evil part of herself.”

“Dublin is extraordinarily beautiful to her in wet weather, the way gray stone darkens to black, and rain moves over the grass and whispers on slick roof tiles. Raincoats glistening in the undersea color of street lamps. Rain silver as loose change in the glare of traffic.”

me being on multiple dating apps is just me seeking for validation because i just don’t feel like i belong anywhere. i feel so out of touch with myself and with everyone around me. it’s almost like i exist but never present.

I think my brain is broken. It cannot make me feel happy.