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Dolores Marat, “The wife of Mr. Grevin”, Paris, 1993.
Dolores Marat
“The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you’ve been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.”
— Unknown
Kansuke Yamamoto. Reminiscence. 1953.
By Luis Alberto Rodriguez
its weird to find myself coming back here but i guess tumblr its less saturated than other social medias which feels more peaceful in a sense and nobody knows me here so thats a plus.
 I dont know why i find it so attractive to be unrecognised, an introvert... probably because it feels more luxurious to be a wallflower than the life of the party to me or maybe im afraid of other peoples opinions. I can list a couple more reasons but i guess those are the main one.
I miss going to concerts and festivals, i miss hanging out with strangers, i miss the feeling of excitement, i miss running back and forth from stage to stage so i can see the performance that i planned to see but most importantly i miss that sentiment of feeling like a tiny tiny ant in a crowd full of people that you have never seen before, —not in a bad way— its just so exciting to me, nobody cares about what you do,  or what you wear or what do you look like,  everyone its so wrapped up in the moment, that absolutely nobody cares.
I think its similar to when we are alone, the difference is that in those events you aren’t really alone but it simulates a comfort zone to be or do whatever you want — in most cases—without the social pressure or at least that’s how i perceive it, idk what i was trying to achieve by writing this but idk i’ve been thinking about this the last couple of days
Trust your visions Canvas Print by Asja Boros
“Playground” by Ivan Mikhailov
its so weird coming backÂ
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