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I♥️U #july
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can we still fall in love this summer ? ☀️💛☀️
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we’ll get through this ♥️
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without you life wouldn’t be life ♥️
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Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory. Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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blocking reality
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to fall in love again
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for better or worse (25th July 4th) ♥️♥️
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IS OPEN
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imperfectly perfect ♥️
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Dare2Love
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#🇺🇸 because this is your day & nothing can bring you down !
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my 25th July 4th here 💙♥️
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25th July 4th ♥️ (Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn)
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hypnotize me
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dance your troubles away ♥️
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The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them. Walt Whitman, Song of Myself
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the struggle is real (unedited)
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I ♥️ YOU
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nothing gonna change my love for you 7.7.20 ♥️
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1995 (Brooklyn, NY)
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Night does not show things, it suggests them. It disturbes and surprises us with its strangeness. It liberates forces within us which are dominated by our reason during the daytime. Brassai
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love is now
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Do anything, but let it produce joy. Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass 💛
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‘We’re all searching for happiness; we're all leading lives that are different and yet the same." - Anne Frank
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. . . when i thought i loved you.
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poetry of day to day life (growing up in Brooklyn)
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…[Thomas Wolfe] says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives, and that, uh, anybody who sits down to write is gonna use the clay of their own life, that you can’t avoid that.Richard Linklater, Before Sunrise & Before Sunset
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#coneyisland . . . is where I first/ fell in love/ with unreality" pg. 35// A Coney Island of the Mind Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind
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“The City is like poetry.” - E. B. White
