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Beautifully erotic art

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Imagine the type of world it would be if this was everyone’s goal...

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That fucking guy in the mirror❤️

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7 Things to Stop Worrying About

1. Other peoples’ expectations of you. At the end of the day, it’s your life not their life. So just be yourself and decide on your own goals.

2. What other people say and do. It’s not up to us to control other people. Their actions and decisions are up to them, not us.

3. Expecting perfection. It’s unrealistic to aim for perfection. You’ll just be disappointed and discouraged all the time.

4. Getting it wrong. We all make mistakes. It just means that you are human. It’s simply part of learning. Expect to get things wrong.

5. Fitting in. Although social skills matter, and it’s good to think of others, you need to be true to yourself, as well.

6. Being right. This is highly over-rated and can cause a lot of stress. If you’re confident and real you don’t need to prove you’re right.

7. Life being out of control. At the end of the day, there’s not much we can control – except our own reactions and our attitudes to things. So change what you can, then relax and enjoy life.

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Less worry, more peace✌️This stuff works people👆

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Undulation

Somewhere in Alberta

August 2020

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The town of Undulation...

Population...me!

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Danusha Laméris, Bonfire Opera: Poems

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Sprinkle that shit everywhere🧚‍♂️

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Lavender and Neowise

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this-old-stomping-ground

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It's scary. I mean, I am absolutely terrified. You are the embodiment of everything I have ever wanted, even those things I told myself would never be. Your eyes caring, beaming with curiousity and kindness, but still not familiar enough for me to understand every inch or them; trust me, that'll be first on my list if you let me. Your lips soft and flushed red from the cold. Kissing them is a neverending drug, an euphoria I know I'll get addicted to. So beautiful a skin - though your hands are rugged from working and using them, and I feel the disheveled pieces of skin inside my palms when I intertwine within yours, I wouldn't have it any other way. An instict, almost primal, surges in me when you try to fiddle with the skin. "Take care of your lovely hands", I say, and immediately excuse myself for interferring, puzzled with the need to take care and keep you safe. I know I'm falling in love with you, and it scares every sense and insecurity within me. Do I dare do this again? Because you can take my heart raw. You can rip me apart. Your voice already indulging me in the sweetest way, my heart smiling and beaming when your dialect turns rural, despite your intention. Your thoughts so delicately spoken, suprising me and making me adore you hopelessly for your mind and perception alone; you are the art you fell in love with when studying french impressionism and beautiful colourstrokes - you are my masterpiece unfold.

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