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The sexual tension between me & wanting to constantly acquire more knowledge
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Anish Kapoor, “Fold I,” 2014, color etching on two sheets of 350g Hahnemuehle, mounted dimensionally, 61 ¾ x 47 3/16 x 5 1/16 inches
Carolina Nitsch Contemporary Art, New York
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at Lisson Gallery
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I need to pull myself together in a very very very kind way
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people in my life keep insisting on getting an insight into my writing and then getting on my nerves by proposing that i could be publishing when they haven’t even read anything. doesn’t matter if ive let them or not, cos it’s really my own at first to judge if what i write is good or not. and as of now, it’s not good, and i know it
so like leave me, don’t bug me. just let me have my joy with it and the process behind it but then let me mention this from time to time, that fact that i love doing it. don’t expect a thing in return, but be fine and somewhat happy i have something i can get myself immersed into
idk why i even admitted the times i did that i write, they just think it’s grand especially when i mention the word count and pages which by now is pretty much. like this is for myself, only. this is for me and you don’t get to view it or step into it if i don’t consent to it. idk how dear you are to me or how much i love you, this is mine, it belongs to me. i own it unconditionally until i decide otherwise
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good poetry makes me want to kill myself by staying alive
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Tokyo from above
https://www.instagram.com/cozyvu/?hl=en
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