Tag Archives: #thinking

Freshly squeezed.

Freshly squeezed orange juice reminds me of cafeteria, Sunday breakfasts with my father, as a child. This bag is like a perfectly ripe orange, and that’s why I love it. It’s summer, it’s fresh.

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Was it love, or was it lust?

What is this feeling?

Instantaneous, it’s undeniable… I feel out of control.

A pink little box, hidden away with a treasure.


Last pair…? A 37?

I can’t deny the blunt work of fate.

Yes, we were meant to be together.


Miu Miu, I love you.

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I share therefore I am.


It’s an epidemic. That urge to be constantly connected. Living in a world fixated with privacy, in cities where we are literally stacked on top of each other, with a need for constant intimacy. But always with password restricted access.

On that note, welcome to my blog xox

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