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But these are days we dream about when the sunlight paints us gold.

It was summer again. I could smell the air, and i really loved rock’n’roll. Tears were warm and people were beautiful, like dreams.

June, Will you promise me to slow down If I swear to savor every drop of you

It has been raining all night. Summer rain. The liveliness of it keeps me awake. I am so happy to have lived.

You go that you may come. You sleep that you may awaken. You die that you may live.

Nothing stays, not us, not ever, and we’re not stuck, where we stick now. We are raindrops, in a river wild, washed away, clean, and rising again.

Somewhere in my camera roll.

Modernism, to me isn‘t a style. Modernism is a dream of gender equality, a rise of beauty and kindness. A blind dream of love, a promise of civilication. @zalando / annonce

Now is everything, now is the essence, now is the focus. Focus on the now, for that is the key.

of another solar system

City of blinding lights

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I have this horrible disease of refusing to be like everyone else. Perhaps that is why i tuck my solitude into my ribs like a precious gift. I want to be what no one has been before, and sometimes, being with others, drains that possibility.

Say the words, send the card, book the trip, take the selfies, hang the art, wear the outfit, buy the flowers. You will never have this version of yourself again.

The city that never sleeps

New York, New York 🎵🎶

Last few days 💭