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aurumque
aurumque

infj. hedonist. renaissance woman | vancouver

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let’s be very clear

let’s be very clear

 
summer means inadvertently forgetting about the internet, walking home half asleep in the heat, watching your friends do something mundane and feeling like you could watch them forever, the scent of sliced oranges lingering on your hands for hours, ending the night on the sand on the edge of the ocean, watching the sun melt into the sea as it sets—water and flame intertwining lovingly, collapsing into bed peacefully exhausted, your body full, light as air, electric

summer means inadvertently forgetting about the internet, walking home half asleep in the heat, watching your friends do something mundane and feeling like you could watch them forever, the scent of sliced oranges lingering on your hands for hours, ending the night on the sand on the edge of the ocean, watching the sun melt into the sea as it sets—water and flame intertwining lovingly, collapsing into bed peacefully exhausted, your body full, light as air, electric

a small but certain happiness

a small but certain happiness

 
eternal summer moodboard: alain delon films (with all the eroticism and none of the crime) 🌞 happy summer solstice

eternal summer moodboard: alain delon films (with all the eroticism and none of the crime) 🌞 happy summer solstice

when the earth blooms and bears fruit in june i think about this excerpt from braiding sweetgrass: “in potawatomi, the strawberry is 𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯, the heart berry. strawberries first shaped my view of a world full of gifts simply scattered at your feet. a gift comes to you through no action of your own, free, having moved toward you without your beckoning. it is not a reward; you cannot earn it, or call it to you... and yet it appears. your only role is to be open-eyed and present.”

when the earth blooms and bears fruit in june i think about this excerpt from braiding sweetgrass: “in potawatomi, the strawberry is 𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯, the heart berry. strawberries first shaped my view of a world full of gifts simply scattered at your feet. a gift comes to you through no action of your own, free, having moved toward you without your beckoning. it is not a reward; you cannot earn it, or call it to you... and yet it appears. your only role is to be open-eyed and present.”

 
stack for the (rainy) long weekend: a biography, a harlequin romance, a poet writing prose, and the beauty of everyday things

stack for the (rainy) long weekend: a biography, a harlequin romance, a poet writing prose, and the beauty of everyday things

in my randomly vanishing era

in my randomly vanishing era

 
something that’s come up in my conversations all pandemic: social media, The Algorithm™, aesthetics, authenticity—like what even is authenticity? how do we measure something so subjective and unquantifiable, especially on an *image*-based platform that prioritizes commodification?

how do we make these calls according to what strangers share and don’t share about their personal lives? why is there pressure to stay true to “my real self” when i don’t have a singular defining self to begin with? why should i reconcile the disconnect between what i share and how others measure me against their criteria for authentic expression?

which is a long rambling way of saying that instagram feels extra suffocating lately... i’m hyper aware of how many people are perceiving me and there’s this pressure to be relatable in a way that conforms to a personal brand and aesthetic sensibility. it’s almost like the /appearance/ of being real has more value and it’s anxiety-inducing

like it took me way too long to pick this overly edited selfie bc it looks good on the grid~!!! working on being here just for the fun of it, sharing things that move me, and meeting cool people

something that’s come up in my conversations all pandemic: social media, The Algorithm™, aesthetics, authenticity—like what even is authenticity? how do we measure something so subjective and unquantifiable, especially on an *image*-based platform that prioritizes commodification? how do we make these calls according to what strangers share and don’t share about their personal lives? why is there pressure to stay true to “my real self” when i don’t have a singular defining self to begin with? why should i reconcile the disconnect between what i share and how others measure me against their criteria for authentic expression? which is a long rambling way of saying that instagram feels extra suffocating lately... i’m hyper aware of how many people are perceiving me and there’s this pressure to be relatable in a way that conforms to a personal brand and aesthetic sensibility. it’s almost like the /appearance/ of being real has more value and it’s anxiety-inducing like it took me way too long to pick this overly edited selfie bc it looks good on the grid~!!! working on being here just for the fun of it, sharing things that move me, and meeting cool people

“i want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness...” — clarice lispector, from água viva

“i want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness...” — clarice lispector, from água viva

happy taurus season 🌿🧺🥖🍊🌸 perfect time to take a leaf out of the taurean guidebook and move with intention, seek more than instant gratification, build habits-lifestyles-surroundings-connections that stand the test of time, be one with the earth and your physical body, surround yourself with what makes you feel beautiful and safe and at home, work hard and play hard in equal fucking measure

happy taurus season 🌿🧺🥖🍊🌸 perfect time to take a leaf out of the taurean guidebook and move with intention, seek more than instant gratification, build habits-lifestyles-surroundings-connections that stand the test of time, be one with the earth and your physical body, surround yourself with what makes you feel beautiful and safe and at home, work hard and play hard in equal fucking measure

this is a slice of life x thirst trap account

this is a slice of life x thirst trap account

 
preview of summer 2021. my life is a ghibli movie

preview of summer 2021. my life is a ghibli movie

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