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love is . . . believing
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The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware - Henry Miller
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you are no longer my addiction
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you are no longer my addiction
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welcome aboard
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Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you. Walt Whitman 💚
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It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails not . . . ♥️
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every place has its magic 💚
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I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars - Song of Myself, Walt Whitman 💚
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Brooklyn routine
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♥️
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Brooklyn summer sunset
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Am I in love . . . ? Yes, with life 💛
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what do you miss ?
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follow your ♥️
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. F. Scott Fitzgerald
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proud to be a New Yorker ♥️
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I am happy to report that in the war between reality and romance, reality is not the stronger. John Steinbeck
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I am here as a speck, but I don't feel scared or about to be blown away, I feel like all New York is a warm embrace just waiting to enfold me. I am in love. But not with a person. I am passionately in love with my life 💛
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Everything you can imagine is real. Pablo Picasso
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when you close your eyes (♥️) 8.16.2020
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That I shall love always, / I argue thee / that love is life, / and life hath immortality Emily Dickinson
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why every night here is magic
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Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 💛
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The only failure is not knowing how to be happy (😊)
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barefoot 💙💽
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#summernights #summervibes ❤️💙❤️
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you’ve got to find what you love
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But in the end, back she comes. There's no use resisting. She goes to him for amnesia, for oblivion. She renders herself up, is blotted out; enters the darkness of her own body, forgets her name. Immolation is what she wants, however briefly . . .
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Even if can’t go to Italy doesn’t mean I can’t get a bit closer to its culture (and with a cup of coffee) . . . after all this is #nyc anything is possible 💛
