"Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present." says a light-soul-actress with a thick faux fur around her neck partially covering her bare chest...
I consider myself lucky, by the way, to live in the age of camera. Lots of faux lives parade before my eyes constantly reminding me of the life itself and that there are magic moments in each day, maybe more some days, just like this epiphany received in a most awkward situation:
While trying to prove that spring stopped by my face, under a facial mask made of sheep placenta, it actually settled in my heart replacing some tears that had long been waiting for a rendezvous with my eyes.
Yes, there is a giggling truth in this! Cashmere touch of an unexpected rush of joy...
The idea of letting go of everything and realizing the real, naked beauty of life, the universe, the creation lightens me up.
There is a refreshing manifestation in this!
A newborn baby with plump lips,
tulip petals, wild strawberries and
submission...
I consider myself lucky, by the way, to live in the age of camera. Lots of faux lives parade before my eyes constantly reminding me of the life itself and that there are magic moments in each day, maybe more some days, just like this epiphany received in a most awkward situation:
While trying to prove that spring stopped by my face, under a facial mask made of sheep placenta, it actually settled in my heart replacing some tears that had long been waiting for a rendezvous with my eyes.
Yes, there is a giggling truth in this! Cashmere touch of an unexpected rush of joy...
The idea of letting go of everything and realizing the real, naked beauty of life, the universe, the creation lightens me up.
There is a refreshing manifestation in this!
A newborn baby with plump lips,
tulip petals, wild strawberries and
submission...
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