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still, despite & regardless

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and when we run out of pretty things,

i’ll have your eyes as my dowry

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or maybe we‘re just like deer fawning at destruction instead of running back into the forest because the light is so pretty the light is so pretty the light is so pretty

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and even if the beam coming from my heart didnt land to where i aimed it, at least the hole you further cracked open now lights up the whole room

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every bone in my body has your formula inscribed on it

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in case you wondered what keeps me so skinny my diet is called anxiety & diarrhea

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i have so much to say

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god really said let‘s give her moderate-severe adhd but instead of making her energetic and driven let her hyperfocus on men and then never give her a boyfriend

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happy to announce that today i pulled every string of my self-control and acted nonchalant while my mouth foamed up from all the things that laid heavy on my tongue, overdosing on bottled up love care and regrets

i might get an auto immune disease from this but hey at least i wasnt too sensitive again #neurotypicalmaxxing

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my sin is that i love more than i fear, for hell is lukewarm when you choose to stay

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for what it‘s worth, i‘ll remain

[strawberry-sorrow]

i still love everyone i ever loved

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genuinely, wtf💔

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Chai'n'Raï

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or maybe if we submitted ourselves to the glimpses and over-shoulder-looks and followed back the traces our eyes paint for us, maybe then we could admit to the cause of our hearts irregular drumming and remember how to adjust back its rhythm

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„Oh i'm so untouchable" is a project that depicts the reflections of „The Unapproachable", discovering protection as a threat and unleashing their rejective behavior as self-harm.

I first observed this phenomenon in nature. Why do the same flowers that decorate themselves with alluring forms and colors, begging to be picked, then punish you with their spikes and venoms?

l used no protection while sewing together the glove, only using my bare hands. It successfully reproduced the journey of deciding to become unapproachable, invulnerable, untouchable. I was accompanied by recurring stings, almost rythmic, reminding me that hurting myself so many times just to produce an object with the purpose of protecting me from getting hurt doesn't make sense, and that finding absurdity in what i believed is best for me can sometimes be freeing.

While I'd say l've gained insight in my self-destructive patterns, I still sometimes find cactus thorns in the clothes i wore then, leaving a poetic stamp and therefore making „Oh i'm so untouchable" an ode to self-sabotage.

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but what if you hugged the nettles all throughout, persevered its stings and let it lace you with its poison until it runs out, will it not eventually become soft and fuzzy and flimsy, embracing you back?