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lately i've been letting things be.
my mind wanders and i don't drag it back. when someone's late, i don't get angry anymore. i just wait. i used to treat waiting as dead time, like my real life was paused somewhere and would start again once they showed up. but i'm the one sitting there. those minutes are still mine. they count as much as any others.
i've started to like how quiet taxis are. nobody talks. i'd rather be alone, no music, phone in my bag, just looking out the window. i've noticed that most of what i call boredom is just me refusing to be where i am.
the walk home from my taxi stop is my favorite part of the day. it's getting dark, i'm tired, and my head finally has some space. i think i spend most of my life heading somewhere. this walk is one of the few times i don't mind being in between.
some afternoons i sit at the coffee shop near my place and watch the light move across an empty chair. i don't do anything useful. i used to think every hour had to justify itself. i'm not sure anymore who i was justifying it to.
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Wearing trench coat is a spectrum 😁️️️️️️ (how I felt wearing this )
Au milieu de l’hiver, j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi un été invincible💘
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Are we who we believe ourselves to be, or are we also the parts of ourselves we refuse to acknowledge?
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Don't judge me, but I stole kinfish's inspo and made mine like this.
I was about to sleep and was like, "hmm, wait
