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Hi frens, if you're thinking that it's too early for me to be in this contraption, you are right. I haven't been active on IG because I've had a rough couple of weeks, between teething, explosive poopies and then a bug did something to my eyes and they looked like I had been partying a little too hard 😓. Stupid lantern fly 😡
I'm a little better but my eyes are still pink. Send me all your love pawleeeeeezzzzz!!

Does looking back mean you can't look forward? Are they mutually exclusive?
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It's all purple.
That first and last shade of daylight.
The glint of an amethyst,
Blooming lilac and lavender.
The sweetness of a summer blackberry.
The remnants of pain and hurt.
Life forming or taken away too soon.
It's all purple.

It's been a long time since I've posted photos I've taken. Partly because I haven't taken too many of them for a long time. And partly because I was too immersed in grief.
So, here's my first attempt to make my way out. And what a beautiful way to start. Beautiful , glam by my , shot in simpler, happier times.

Yesterday, a year passed without this man in my life. Sounds weird to call him a man, since he's my baby brother. Sounds even weirder that a year has passed without him. 29 years with him flew by, and this one year felt like 29 more years, spent in grieving this sense of never ending loss. When I look in the mirror I see his expressions in mine. His eyes, his nose, his smile. Those weird filters that make girls look like dudes, I swiped through and my hands went cold because I looked like him. I wish I would've held him more, I wish I would've told him more that I love him. A year was spent with me thinking, talking, posting about nothing and no one other than him. My life has been anchored around his loss. But if I'm to survive this, I need to start living the way he'd want me to. So, for a while, this will be my last post about . He'll always be the center of my heart, but he would want me to try and push through the grief and not let it define me. He would want me to anchor myself to love, joy, life, friends, and to everything I can be. I'm going to try, broski. ❤️

Every time I hear a sound I can’t recognize I think it’s you trying to communicate with me. I see things out of the corners of my eyes and I assume it’s you, flashing in for a split second to show me you’re still here.
I obsessively look at your photos, scan your eyes, your expressions to see if I should have known, if I could have guessed that you were not meant for this physical plane for too long. I look at your hands and your shoulders and wish I would have hugged you more.
I find pieces of you and Baba within me. After all you were a mirror image of Baba.
It breaks me a little every time I have to speak of you in the past tense.
It’s been 3 months, and it feels both like 3 hours and like 3 decades all at the same time.
“When the wind is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case, I will offer you a warm embrace, to make you feel my love” - Adele

Be the kind of fairy princess you wanted to see when you were growing up.
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Love stories are written about the light in her eyes.
She smells like heartbreak and roses.
But the thing about her that no one can see
Is that she’s learned to love herself the most.
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Something about her screams nonchalance.
Something about her quietly emanates chaos.
Everything about her is too good for you.koda in and , glam by

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Secrets in those hooded eyes.
Lips that have told a thousand stories.
And no one can claim to know her.
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She’s ✨ E X P E N S I V E ✨, and totally worth it. Just call her Cleo.
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This is the Cleopatra bani Poo vibe - “How dare you! Tumhe koi haq nahi banta ki tum itni khoobsurat lago.”
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