Raw
I don’t feel so raw anymore.
I don’t feel so raw.
I don’t feel so.
I don’t feel.
I don’t.
I.
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I don’t feel so raw anymore.
I don’t feel so raw.
I don’t feel so.
I don’t feel.
I don’t.
I.
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Indulge in the nostalgia fetish. Cherish enhanced memories over physical experiences. Filtered to fit the mind’s eye, memories are the distilled essence of reality.
I sailed the sea to the Greek islands and Turkey, promising myself I wouldn’t blog or stress or do any of my usual. Two days in, I reached for my pen.
Walk bravely into the nightEveryone walks easy in bright sunlight Run, run faster than your thoughtsBeing a fool is the only way to overcome intelligenceAnd prideAnd all else that stops you from moving Because in your journey,your ungraceful stumbleAnd your undignified flightIn your crazy altitudes and gasping dives In all…
After 20 years of swimming, I conquered the most fundamental of human-water relationships: getting in. Underwater is where it is at.
I spend most of my waking day at work. It is my home and the holder of my identity. How can the space not be important?
I watched @netflix_in #FabulousLives. I loved Neelam as a kid & even more now. At a self-confessed 50, she exudes the understated confidence that comes from riding life’s ups & downs. But there’s also a vulnerability, the hesitation about her looks, the uncertainty of comeback roles. Unlike the brittle tantrums…