Love between a mother and her daughter is just a form of self love pushed outwards. Or at least it should be.
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Love between a mother and her daughter is just a form of self love pushed outwards. Or at least it should be.
epilog,
Yermo, California.
Youāre art, perception is just that.
Go on, dare to love yourself a little⦠see what happens ā„ļøāØ
Scandi full front.
What I love most about my life is the sure fact that no two days need be the same. I am without real commitment except of that most important which is to myself. I owe only to myself, and even to myself I grant freedom. Is that not the epitome of unconditional love?
maybe thatās it.Ā
fear lurks in all of us, it is up to us whether we let it dictate the outcome.
we are surrounded by the deafening sound of violins,
You, nor I, can keep a straight face.Ā
Your smile is peaking out from behind your stern expression.Ā
My eyes sought after your warmer disposition, as they have done many times before. I see you behind it, and commend you for it. I know you keep everything at arms length, i know you nullify pain, I know you distract yourself. I have kissed the longing from your mouth many nights and then proceeded to wake up alone. I still smell your cologne, and you find things to love, and eventually they add up to be enough. Ā
In the meantime my corset is far too tight and your shirt welcomes new extremes to the term āoversizedā. After the drought we have endured to be without one another, time apart feels infinite. When you are stood before me soaked through with rain. I see an ocean in your eyes. The end of missing someone. We revel momentarily in the unification. Tell me there will forever be innocence in our play. Speak of only what you believe, speak of us, speak of me.
someone told me once, that love is not enough,Ā
then I happened upon you,Ā
and I see now - clear as day.Ā
That not only is love more than enoughā¦butĀ
everything is love.
More thankful for my Lās than my Wās with age!
Release all you truly love. In complete freedom is where the object of your affection boundlessly blossoms.
Thomas Zhuang: STREET SERIES, #838, 2020
escapism of the mind takes more innovation.
Itās personal, if you donāt feel it, youāre disconnected from source.
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the women of our generations have been connected throughout time and space.
When this is all over Iām going straight to japan šÆšµ literally cannot wait!
when ālost in translationā comes on and youāve lost track of the days spent in quarantine.