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Wrapped filming like it’s a love letter I finally had the courage to fold and tuck away. There’s something quiet about endings that don’t scream—they hum. Like soft jazz through an old diner radio, or the final bloom of a flower that never asked to be seen but bloomed anyway.

Switzerland, 2018.

Out of nowhere today, something nudged me to open my gallery and scroll far until I stumbled on old photos of myself. Can’t say for sure… maybe I had just entered my twenties? Or maybe not yet. But what I do know is I started missing that version of me.

Ahh, so this is what it feels like… to remember and long for the different selves we’ve been in all our quiet little eras.

#whoremembers

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She's 26. ♡

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𐙚 ╱ Is it the lighting or it's the birthday glow people tend to talk about, but, look at me.

Can i come to you and stare at you like this?