I am Freya. This is me...maybe -some of- me.
When I was born, I fell in love with the world.
As soon as I could talk, I fell in love with language.
My first steps took me to nature.
I spent the first 5 years of my life climbing trees and looking under rocks.
My dad looked under rocks with me.
School started.
School taught me that humans aren't always nice just because I am.
I first self-harmed when I was 8.
I was sad, maybe curious.
At the age of 10, I had kept every penny that I was ever given and somehow had saved over $2,000.
I gave the money to a village in Bangladesh.
When I was 12, I was nicknamed "Freddy".
Apparently I looked like I'd been in a fight with Freddy Krueger.
I still have the nickname.
Now with over 100 visible scars, I'm not fussed. Nor are the one's who love me.
I like to think I follow Mahayana Buddhism, but Mother Earth is where my infinite faith lays.
I have been in hospital over a dozen times.
I have had 7 separate surgeries.
Hospital helped me to grow and love, even more.
I love so strongly at times I think my body may forget how to work.
Sometimes I cry when I watch birds in flight.
Sometimes I cry when the sky's the right shade of gold at sunrise.
I stopped wearing shoes over a year ago.
My dreadlocks are more than a hairstyle; they symbolise several personal triumphs and battles in my life.
I am polyamorous.
I have several lovers as do my lovers and my lover's lovers.
Sex frightens me.
I love to be frightened.
Am I philosophical?
I ask myself too many questions.
I find more answers than questions.
I find it hard to settle.
If it's not passionate, angry, beautiful love, I tend not to feel it.
My spirit came from the oceans, rivers and streams.
My physical being came from the roots of trees.
I am always travelling.
Maybe I'll find the rest of myself in a hidden city.
I am still waiting to start life.
I am still waiting to be born.

15th September 2014

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Hawksbill Crag
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Hawksbill Crag

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15th September 2014

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this is perfect. huskies are so divine

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this is perfect. huskies are so divine

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14th September 2014

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Remember To Forget, 30” x 40”, Oil on Canvas, 2014

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Remember To Forget, 30” x 40”, Oil on Canvas, 2014

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11th September 2014

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Daehyun Kim
Floating head
2014

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10th September 2014

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Am I allowed to cry over past lovers in the company of present lovers?
— Freya Rose

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9th September 2014

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Jaroslaw Jasnikowski

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Jaroslaw Jasnikowski

9th September 2014

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I’ll never forget the moonlit night, filled with sugar and ash- the night was so still, all subdued but us; more alive than ever.  I will never forget you, and this weather painfully confirms that. I can’t explain it, but the sunshine fills me with you and I; the times we had. The warm, calm nights remind me of walking through the city, under the stars, hand in hand and so utterly in love. Everything felt right, and being reminded of that particular form of “right” fills me with melancholie.

I don’t know where you are, but I think of you, and I feel you. I feel everything that you feel. I can’t believe how entwined we still are, even after all this time and pain. This is the calm after the storm, where I feel you to the point of understanding. I understand everything nowadays.

Life still goes on without you. Pain still goes on without you. Pain so completely detached from you that it has opened my world like never before. Opened my world to joys like never before. Opened my world to a utopic level of understanding, acceptance and bliss. It would be an insult to my soul and your’s to say you aren’t one of the biggest chapters of my story. One day, I’d love to read upon your’s again.

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7th September 2014

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Key West Chameleon at the United States’ Southernmost flower show
National Geographic | January 1953

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Key West Chameleon at the United States’ Southernmost flower show

National Geographic | January 1953

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Baby carriage, Hasa, 1950s.

Omfg

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devilduck:

Baby carriage, Hasa, 1950s.

Omfg

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