Dishes🙄😁 Have you never thought how much daily home work you create for your self when reaching perfect? Perfect sets of things, a tool for this and a tool for that...I've been working with a thought of perfection now for sometime and wonder things about myself like: how I got to want all the tableware in the first place to my kitchen🤔Six plates, bowls and cups is enough for six people😎 Really😉! And it's so little dishes😲🤗😍😘!!! Yeah😁 The development for better isn't always good. Reaching perfect many times ends up for bigger chaos and applies also for reaching more sustainable lifestyle😏 We have to be careful by trying to have a waste free-home when because of that creating more waste somewhere else🤔Zero Waste isn't actually about creating new things but using already existing ones💚💚💚 #lesswaste#zerowaste#zerodechet#zerowastehome#zerowastelife#ecovriendelijk#duurzaam#sustainableliving#gogreen#zuinig#eco#ecolife#simplicity#simplelife#savetheearth#savetheocean#aesthetic
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sometimes I wish I could forget the people that hurt me. I want to mentally discard every touch of theirs I felt, every touch of mine they received and every word we exchanged just so I can get a little closer to being the open person that I used to be. Nowadays, I choke on the word love. When I want to say it, fear punches me in the stomach and all I can do is close my eyes and try to remember how to breathe. I often find myself waiting to open up as if somehow the more time we spend together, the less likely to screw me over they become. I know there’s no real correlation, but I do it anyway. It would be nice to not feel the need to, but on the other hand, I’ve become stronger because of the pain I’ve felt, and it’s because I know what this pain feels like that I also know I don’t want anyone else to feel it. So when I decide to stop running, I love with everything in me. I make sure to give them a fresh love free of the poison the others before them gave me. Twisted as it may seem, somehow all of this hurting had some kind of benefit. Maybe forgetting isn’t necessary after all.