I Am Completely Normal And I Don’t Crave Love Every Day At All (i Look For It In Every Nook And Cranny

In December, our conversations become longer; everybody acts surprised by how quickly the year came to an end when we all know how. We talk about being better next year, we write resolutions but never fulfil the ones we wrote the previous year. The season turns extreme, leaves don't fall anymore, they die on their branches. Some people await the holidays while some fear how different or similar their life will be next year (they always fear the latter) In December we realize that life is fickle and death might come uninvited.

girl i am undergoing a terrifying metamorphosis 

Snow - Ton van Steenbergen

Dutch, b. 1962 -

Pastel , 50 x 40 cm.

‘honeymoon’ ph. inés chable for delude magazine, 2023

“In other words, the future is uncertain.”

Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Before the Coffee Gets Cold #1

Tinashe for Paper Magazine - Behind The Scenes

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

Suddenly it's December

and you're not seventeen anymore.

And you haven't been seventeen for a very long time,

but sometimes you need to remind yourself.

- Margaux paul