@dekotathompson: The girls are in Bali

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Emily.kg :

Omg where is the Leo print top from?

2026-05-17 12:28:01

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phoebe chakar :

Girlsss

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Sophie Batzloff :

Gorgy girlsssss

2026-05-17 11:16:52

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Jaydetruran :

the prettiest

2026-05-17 10:12:12

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Kalanithompson :

Go bbysss

2026-05-17 21:22:00

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Liz Farrance :

My girls 😍😍😍

2026-05-18 10:52:46

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Lilianavenz :

Gorgeeee

2026-05-17 23:28:02

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Ebony :

Yessss!!

2026-05-17 22:00:18

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Andrea :

cutesttt

2026-05-18 08:42:32

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Claudia Hanna :

Yasss 🔥🔥🔥

2026-05-17 10:06:05

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Sometimes I don’t miss a person. I don’t miss a place. I don’t even miss the past itself. I miss happiness. Not the loud kind. Not the perfect kind people show in photographs. Just the simple feeling of being okay. The feeling of waking up and not carrying a weight in your chest. The feeling of falling asleep without overthinking everything. The feeling of looking forward to tomorrow instead of simply getting through today. Maybe that’s why nostalgia hurts so much. Because when you think about certain memories, you’re not always missing what happened. You’re missing who you were. The version of yourself that laughed more easily. The version that believed things would work out. The version that didn’t spend so much time fighting their own thoughts. Sometimes I catch myself remembering random moments. An ordinary evening. A summer that seemed endless. A conversation that meant nothing at the time. And suddenly I realize what I’m actually grieving. Not the moment. The happiness that lived inside it. Because happiness is strange. When we have it, we rarely notice it. We think it will stay forever. We postpone gratitude. We take ordinary peace for granted. Only after it’s gone do we understand how precious it was. And then we spend years trying to return to places that no longer exist. Trying to recreate feelings that belonged to another chapter of our lives. Trying to find pieces of ourselves that were left behind somewhere in the past. The hardest part is that life keeps moving. People change. You change. The world changes. And no matter how desperately you want to, you cannot step back into an old memory and live there again. You can only visit it. For a few moments. Before reality pulls you back. Maybe that’s why there are days when you feel homesick for a life that was never perfect. Because even during your happiest days, there were problems. Fears. Uncertainties. Yet now they seem insignificant compared to the peace you felt. Compared to the lightness you carried without realizing it. And sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever feel that way again. If happiness was a chapter that already ended. If the best part of your life is already behind you. But perhaps happiness was never a destination. Perhaps it was always passing through. Arriving quietly. Leaving quietly. Returning when you least expect it. Because if life was capable of surprising you with happiness once, then maybe it can do it again. Not in the same way. Not with the same people. Not in the same places. But differently. And maybe that’s okay. Still, there are nights when none of those thoughts help. Nights when all you can feel is the absence. The distance between who you are and who you used to be. And in those moments, more than anything else, you don’t miss a person. You don’t miss a memory. You miss the feeling of being happy without even knowing it.

Sometimes I don’t miss a person. I don’t miss a place. I don’t even miss the past itself. I miss happiness. Not the loud kind. Not the perfect kind people show in photographs. Just the simple feeling of being okay. The feeling of waking up and not carrying a weight in your chest. The feeling of falling asleep without overthinking everything. The feeling of looking forward to tomorrow instead of simply getting through today. Maybe that’s why nostalgia hurts so much. Because when you think about certain memories, you’re not always missing what happened. You’re missing who you were. The version of yourself that laughed more easily. The version that believed things would work out. The version that didn’t spend so much time fighting their own thoughts. Sometimes I catch myself remembering random moments. An ordinary evening. A summer that seemed endless. A conversation that meant nothing at the time. And suddenly I realize what I’m actually grieving. Not the moment. The happiness that lived inside it. Because happiness is strange. When we have it, we rarely notice it. We think it will stay forever. We postpone gratitude. We take ordinary peace for granted. Only after it’s gone do we understand how precious it was. And then we spend years trying to return to places that no longer exist. Trying to recreate feelings that belonged to another chapter of our lives. Trying to find pieces of ourselves that were left behind somewhere in the past. The hardest part is that life keeps moving. People change. You change. The world changes. And no matter how desperately you want to, you cannot step back into an old memory and live there again. You can only visit it. For a few moments. Before reality pulls you back. Maybe that’s why there are days when you feel homesick for a life that was never perfect. Because even during your happiest days, there were problems. Fears. Uncertainties. Yet now they seem insignificant compared to the peace you felt. Compared to the lightness you carried without realizing it. And sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever feel that way again. If happiness was a chapter that already ended. If the best part of your life is already behind you. But perhaps happiness was never a destination. Perhaps it was always passing through. Arriving quietly. Leaving quietly. Returning when you least expect it. Because if life was capable of surprising you with happiness once, then maybe it can do it again. Not in the same way. Not with the same people. Not in the same places. But differently. And maybe that’s okay. Still, there are nights when none of those thoughts help. Nights when all you can feel is the absence. The distance between who you are and who you used to be. And in those moments, more than anything else, you don’t miss a person. You don’t miss a memory. You miss the feeling of being happy without even knowing it.

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