When I die, I hope we can make a movie together. It’s called Ripple in a Dream. While my dream would have ended, this movie would be my final ripple in the ocean.
Today, I live my dream as a dream. Ask my friends and you’d know that I won’t shut up about living the life you want. That in itself is my biggest dream — not just for myself, but for everyone I love.
I know my existence is fleeting. And that’s why it’s such a beautiful dream. I don’t hope for my life to have left a long-lasting impact on this earth. I want to quietly come and go, just as the tides do.
My story began quiet, shy and unabashedly me. Always alone, but never lonely. I was loved. I then had the longest love-hate relationship with myself. It was a constant battle in my head, as I sought validation from myself — took me awhile to realise that wasn’t going to happen. Counselling changed my life. Today, I am happy, comfortable and unabashedly me.
My closest friends are an extension and almost a reflection of me. I hold the best people close to my heart, along with my adoration of the lovely human beings they are. Each of them are so special to me and we all share wonderful stories together. My favourite moments in life are of us with a drink in hand, chatting through the night, hours on end. What time is it? Why does it ever matter? Our connection transcends time.
I love listening to music (so don’t forget to put on my favourite tunes at my funeral). Sometimes I curate playlists that remind me of the people I’ve lost in love, or as a way to get over them. They’ve taught me so much. I hardly have any regrets. To you — I hope you make my movie, even if we’re no longer friends. Because I’d have made yours, though I hoped I never had to.
I am eternally grateful to have this life. I’m the luckiest person in the world to have been born into this family, in this time and place. I hope the people I’ve connected with continue to dream and actively live the life they desire. I hope my best friends drink to my dream. Thank you for having our worlds collide.
Even if I don’t see the end to it and what I could have become, this has been the best dream to live before falling into the unknown.
‘Kitsch Kitchen’ designed by British TV personality & designer, Anne McKevitt
Not sure what I’d call the style, it’s like a mix of 1950s-60s kitsch, some Y2K pieces by Inflate & Stefano Giovannoni, and the ’Wacky PoMo’ aesthetic. Memphis-esque patterns (reminds me of Sottsass’s ‘Bacterio’). I think Memphis took some inspiration from the kitschy 1950s formica/Googie stuff, so kinda ties together here.
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“»do not stand at my grave and weep« by vlady art
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