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Grabeskirche, Jerusalem. 2016.

My first time in Jerusalem, or Israel in general and I'm still haunted by this electric feeling hanging in the air. Crazy to think that next year I will make it my temporary home.

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very rare picture of me in front of a camera a very long time ago on Midsommar in Stockholm. 2015.

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ocean views. by me.

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le cose belle arrivano quando non le cerchi

/bus rides in Milano. Taken by me.

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Spring is like mother nature whispering in your ear "Here's the new start you prayed for".

/Villa Borghese wrapped in flowers. Taken by me.

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ºAn oncean under my feetº

Taken by me in Casablanca.

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Collage from my sketchbook.

"Nichts ist so berauschend wie du."

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Paradise Valley, Morocco.

By me.

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I scanned some entries from my notebook from 2012-2015. Some of these things I wrote feel like they are from another decade but they wake a lot of memories and feelings.

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I can still smell you in my pillows Or in a cup of fresh-brewed coffee. Your memory walks on clouds of cigarette smoke And I drown it in endless glasses of wine.

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Took this polaroid in June. Three months later, when I was missing you most, it inspired me to write this little poem.

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Words can be light as a feather, But I feel mine are heavy, Carrying all my loveAnd I don't knowIf there'll ever be wind strong enoughTo carry them all

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This is a fresh start.

This year I want to put everything out there. I've sworn myself to finally start sharing not only what I experience but also what I feel inside more. This might not sound outstanding or revolutionary in a world that is dominated by social media and the constant pressure to represent and set yourself in scene online...but for me this might be a chance to change some things about myself.

I've been an introvert and contained individual all my life and this comes with a lot of hidden feelings. The only time I ever feel like unleashing emotions is apprioprate is with my art. What I feel I put into pictures, drawings, painting and poems. So my art is me.

Last year I was rejected by the art school of my dreams. The letter came with a very straight-foward and deeply disturbing statement: "We are sorry to inform you your application has been rejected due to lack of artistic talent."

That one hit me so hard that I went without drawing, painting, writing for several months. On the outside I acted like it was fine, I even joked about it whenever somebody would bring it up but this letter had done something major to me. It killed a part of me that had been vital to my being. Suddenly everything I produced felt irrelevant, not good enough, ugly. And by losing my emotional outlet I started caving in under all my contained emotions. I was unhappy, passive aggressive and even had some depressive periods.

Some might deem this overdramatic, people get put down all the time, not everyone can be an recognized as artist, not everyone is THAT good.

The point is I never thought I was IT, you know. For me, art had never been about grades and sure as hell I never thought there was a way to measure the importance or greatness of art. Art was emotions, moments, thoughts, impressions, confessions and expressions as unique as every individual walking this planet. So there was no good or bad for me, it was all a matter of personal taste and experience: some like to be disturbed, some like to be reminded and some like to relate.

Yet, here I was: the label 'untalented' hovering over me and suddenly I felt like there were boundaries. Like I needed to live up to some standards and hit the highest score on the scale with whatever I produced. And that creates so much pressure and restrictions.

If you work like this you are set up to fail. You will not be free to create, you will be a prisoner to the judgement of someone you don't even know.

And I don't want this anymore. So here is to a new start. I want to put my drawings, paintings, poems and pictures out there. I want to stop caring about who thinks I'm talented and who thinks I'm not. I want to share and (try) not to be scared of other people's ratings.

This is me. Everything on here is a piece of me.

Like it, share it, hate it, condemn it. Do as you like.

I don't want to live up to anyones scales anymore.

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I'm still terribly in love with you and opening my eyes in the morning to see you makes me gasp for air - because I'm so happy. But I can't help but think that you are so much more magical to me than I am to you.

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i cut my hair in October like a good elbow length and totally felt the chin long bob but i'm flooded with regret now...i'm not a mermaid anymore

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Little piece of paradise in the middle of old town Sevilla // June 2015

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How come every time I open up to somebody they go about and smash everything inside me?

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post-graduation struggles: getting up in the morning with no purpose and no where to be has me strolling around the house with a cup of ice cream, wondering when I'll get diabetes from my total uselessness.