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I want a small carpet that I can carry with me wherever I go. Something that keeps me calm and hopeful. It will sit by my bed, and every morning I’ll get up, kneel on it in child’s pose, and pray. I’ll pray for my future self, for calmness, for friends, for family, for work, for money, for love. I’ll pray to have my heart open again, to trust again, and to feel pure again.
But does it sound too much like a prayer mat? Will it drag me into Islam? I need to keep it a secret.
Is it even about the carpet? Isn’t hope something I should find within myself? As long as I’m here, beautiful things will take place. Still, for now, I need something physical to help me feel at peace. Something I can touch, something solid. Something I can feel with my hands and press my face against.
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You wonder if you're depressed but then remember you have a boyfriend
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"There is no reason why nine football scarves can't be a one-of-a-kind-jumpsuit or why a table cloth can't be a dress.
In January 2021, they decided to put their money where their mouth is and ten months later, well, here we are."
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“When we were walking home on the second day, we saw a girl who had been there on the first day [of the pop-up] on the street,” remembers Barron. “And she was now wearing a full All-In look.” “It gave me so much joy that it was a stranger, not a friend or a celebrity,” adds Vestbø. “We went up to her and she said ‘I’ve been wearing it since yesterday and I never want to take it off!’”
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Back in 2012, my oldest sister and I went to sit in the audience at X Factor. That day, at an X Factor in Kazakhstan, I realized two things: my sister was bisexual, and she smoked cigarettes. Her very masculine female friend, also named Indira, showed up holding one red rose while wearing a tight button-up and black skinny jeans. She was cool - one of the few friends of my sister I actually liked. Maybe I got along with her immediately because she was also gay. The others were too inattentive and too feminine for me to get along with at eleven. I could sense some kind of vibe between the two Indiras, a bit of unspoken tension, giggling every other minute, and blatant flirting.
My sister wore tights that day, and every thirty minutes she’d tell me she needed to step out to “fix” them. By the third time, i realized - she wasn’t adjusting her tights; she was going for a smoke. Later that evening, I asked if she was actually going for a smoke and not fixing her fit. She said yes, but made me promise not to tell anyone. That moment made me feel like an adult, as if life had become a bit more vulgar. I never looked at her the same way after that.
And, until now, I never told anyone she smoked.
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Rendering fast cars during the day, so i can make dresses in the evening.
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