Photography by Xuebing Du
Instagram: xuebing.du
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We don’t even ask for happiness, just a little less pain.
Charles Bukowski, “Letter to William Packard” July1985
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about me <3
Name: Adelina Sylvie Laurent
DOB: December 12, 2000
Currently Living In: Florence, Italy
Eye Colour: Hazel
Hair Colour: Brown
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Heteroflexible
Favourite City: Seattle!
Hogwarts House: Ravendor
Aesthetics: Cottagecore and Dark Academia Cottagecore
Travel List: Santorini, New York, London, Edinburgh.
Languages: English, and broken French and Italian
Favourite Artists: Lorde and Girl In Red
Favourite Poet: Robert Frost
Favourite Indie Movie: Someone Great
Star Crush: Timothee Chalamet, Anne Hathway
Current Song Obsession: 'tis the damn season by taylor swift
Favourite Lyric: "I love you, since I stopped needing you"
Currently Reading: The Invisible Life Of Addie LaRue
A Book I Could Barely Read Till Page 50: The Spanish Love Deception
https://adelinalaurent.carrd.co/
dm/comment if there's anything you wanna know about me:)
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As someone who's always been ignored by their family, this poem really spoke to me. I cannot express how much this poetry piece has put all of me into words.
Thank you Joan Tierney, whoever you are. You have my gratitude
The Elektra Complex by Joan Tierney
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handwriting is like one of the most beautiful things. it's just so poetic and romantic. but then when you think about it, it's just drops of ink on dead paper. yet its so fucking cool and metal
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I could drink my coffee, read my book, pass the time of day without any special thought, all because I was part of the regular scenery. Here I had no ties to anyone. Fact is, I'd come to reclaim myself.
~ Haruki Murakami
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There are a few people whom I adore so much. Someone knows that I am fond of cats, so they share cat posts and pictures with me. A mutual of mine knows I find DA travel videos intersting, so she shares whenever she comes across one. A guy with whom I didn't share a lot of conversations sends me nature pictures because once I mentioned how I love skies and my plants. Once I talked about this overwhelming love I hold for the moon with this guy, and now he sends me moon art. It's about how one day someone told me that this world is a fucked up place and I disagreed. Because when I think of people who remember little things I mentioned and think of me when they come across those things, I feel belonged. This world is fucked up some days. But other days it's beautiful too. And I'm grateful.
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