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I keep coming back to this strip because it makes me feel it all over again. The warmth and the way we were laughing at nothing and everything all at once. Girls just want to have fun, and with these ones, I always do. Every single time without fail. I’m keeping this forever. ❦

I came here with nothing to prove and left with everything I forgot I had. That’s what the sea does to me, strips everything unnecessary away until what’s left is just me, unhurried and untouchable, standing at the edge of something endless and feeling completely at peace. ♥︎

And not everyone comes to the beach to play in the water. Some of us come to remind the ocean it’s not the only thing worth looking at. Santa monica in the summer feels like a fever dream you never want to shake, everything look like it was always meant to be beautiful. ❤︎

And I stood there like the ocean owed me nothing and gave her everything anyway. That’s the thing about coming back to the sea, it doesn’t ask what took you so long. It just opens wide and picks up exactly where you left off. Like no time passed. Like it never does. 🪷

New York has a way of making me walk a little taller without even realizing it’s happening. Somewhere between the noise, the pace, and the way everyone’s watching, I picked up an energy I didn’t have before I got here. Dumping the proof before the feeling fades. 🛼🧺⭐

I think the most glamorous thing I ever did was stop waiting to feel ready. Ready for what? To exist loudly? To take up space without shrinking? I’m already here. Might as well make it mean something while I am.