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Cosimo Galluzzi
styofa doing anything
almost home
Peter Solarz

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Xuebing Du
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sade Olutola

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Andulka
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@theintuitivecomplex
Self-Control is elegance; a beauty so timeless that it never fades.
Sometimes souls are connected, but their eyes are not willing to see.
For me, nature or new places in the world, are partly so beautiful that it is too beautiful for me to bear. I feel some things as so beautiful that it triggers a painful stabbing in my heart.
Maybe it is the sadness that I have to leave the place. Or that I can not see everything forever and at once, if I want to. I do not know. For me it has always been like that.
What I've noticed my whole life is that many people tend to go through their daily lives with a tunnel view.
They live more in their "I"-perspective and forget to perceive important factors of their environment. They think they know what will happen next or how a person is and will behave; however, they do not observe clearly.
Most of the time, people are looking into a mirror of their own insecurities.
I feel like a lot of people just function on autopilot and as soon as they have to think for themselves, an error occurs; like a computer program with a bug.
If you don't take the risk, you won't build trust; there will always be a distance and thus you keep yourself from love.
saudade
/saʊˈdɑːdə/
noun
"A deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing will never return".