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moi x2 by @arriiou

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a year ago

To my beautiful Dhir,
I started writing this in Paris, the city that I met you, loved you, and knew that we would be friends for life. It’s been over two months since you passed and I still find myself using present tense when referring to you. I even conjure you beside me, hearing your voice knowing exactly what you’d say. I hear your laugh, your “stunnin”, your pseudo-British accent and your drunk French alterego. I hear you telling me to pick up my feet when I drag them, your uncle-level aggressive sneeze, you ordering a latte for Tanya, singing Vanessa Bling. I see you in jello shots, gap year pants, minions.

I remember once I was running on no sleep not doing any work in the studio, rambling+making an obscene amount of origami stars, in different colors+sizes, giving them to you. You kept the same excitement for each one, like a child who keeps giving their parents dandelions they picked. A few months later, I went into your locker to borrow something and in your sewing case there they were, all the origami stars I made you. That’s the type of friend you were, the perfect intersection between our chosen mother and our messy enabler. The one who’d drop anything to go confront police at our apartment, warn us about using our butts as a bowling ramp yet recording us proudly nonetheless, send me lullaby recordings singing One Direction; conversely, club with us on Easter Sunday, made our own 7/11 music video, take 2012 finger mustache+Ice Spice pose photos, and all of us preparing to shake whatever we had at fête. Who’s going to feed me cereal at 3am after a dance party at yours, while the girls sleep on your bench?

The purity of our trip to Greece is one of the few things that has brought me relief. Warmth from us huddled on the couch, eating terrible pizza and watching Shark Tales during a storm. I can still see the sun sparkling on the ocean, the sand kicking up as we ran and played soccer, the birds chirping over our loud music the locals probably hated. I wish we could stay there, among the peacocks and the mountains, away from reality. I hope we meet again soon, but until then I’ll be chasing a feather in the wind…

I love you my little Schtroumpf 🤍 by @arriiou

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a year ago

zip it by @arriiou

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a year ago

#gotproof? by @arriiou

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3 years ago

by @arriiou

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3 years ago

#swagera by @arriiou

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3 years ago