“Suddenly I wonder, ‘Where is the girl that I was last year? Two years ago? What would she think of me now?”— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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Yesterday (Our Love Went Into A Coma), 2011
Video, monitor, microphone, love poem
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“Let it go, let it leave, let it happen. Nothing in this world was promised or belonged to you anyway.”— Rupi Kaur
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I want to be that girl that moved countries after high school to have a successful career and never came back. Off the grid, into the oblivion, bon voyage bitches
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casual intimacy kills me every time. grand gestures are cute and all but seeing two people who are just totally comfortable with having each other in their space, who dont think twice about leaning into each other and thoughtlessly holding each other while doing unrelated things….. thats love
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