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Happy hot girl Rosh Hashana / days of awe / Yom Kippur to all who celebrate taken in Los Angeles, California by @tamara____1997

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Im in a beach town in Mexico now but This selection of photos was drafted just before I left Melbourne a week ago and the caption was ‘girls will post a photo dump captioned ‘Overwhelmed with the beauty in my life’ and it’s just them in their room and their cat in Melbourne winter’ thanks hope you enjoyed this post by @tamara____1997

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3 months ago

Jesse and me leaving the bar on a beautiful Melbourne night in winter vs summer by @tamara____1997

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4 months ago

A week in August where Belgrade felt like new york city
Knocking on car doors at the border after being dropped off on the side of the highway by a pervy truck driver, arriving felt like emerald city
I had just discovered brown lip liner and huge baggy shorts and silver chrome nails and a group of people living alternate universe lives who got my humour
I bought cheap rubber slides to look more Slavic and they squelched with sweat during 10 minute walks which felt like miles
I FaceTimed into the gathering for my mum’s one year yahrzeit from a random apartment stairwell
I was thinning out from living off burek and tomatoes 3 meals a day
I kept the tape and cotton wool on my arm from getting taken to the village hospital with rakija poisoning
I found delicious northern Chinese noodles in the city centre and no one believed me
I never woke up early enough to make it to the national museum which closed at 5pm each day. On the last day we turned up at 4:30 and the reception guy belly laughed at the idea of trying to absorb Serbia’s magnificent history in just 30 minutes and turned us away. Belgrade was like what cities are supposed to be in comic books. Grimy and grandiose and sexy and dangerous. and smoking on the balcony with mladen and rumer and Anna was like the 20s that were promised to me.
we only get a finite number of augusts in this life and that makes me nostalgic and hungry for everything. except another burek taken in Belgrade, Serbia by @tamara____1997

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4 months ago

Spot the difference! #travel #backpacking #influencerrrrrrr by @tamara____1997

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4 months ago

Souvenirs from a solo van trip to the Nimbin Mardigrass taken in Nimbin Australia by @tamara____1997

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5 months ago

My phone reminded me that 2 years ago I was roaming around London with Kavi and Jesse. I’d just dyed my hair pink and just learnt how to do winged eyeliner and my only pair of shoes were crocs and I was trying out Kavi’s leather jacket. I got a leopard fur jacket from an op shop in Brighton and kept the tag on hoping to return it when I left. I came back to london from Albania straight to the troye sivan concert. I had bright green nails from a salon in Peckham that me and Noah stumbled into. Then I had pornstar red long nails from a salon on the coast in Himare Albania. Both were torturous experiences. It was brat summer. I was growing into my skin. 2 years since mum dropped me off at the airport, 2 years since life felt normal. The craziest 2 years of my life. No wonder I’m feeling tired. And just for the record I did this look a year before Addison Rae 💖 taken in Old Blighty by @tamara____1997

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5 months ago

When I was a teenager the girly magazines I devoured made me believe being a young woman would be all about doing yoga classes and taking my look from day to night and for a while I thought that was a lie but turns out being a young woman IS all about doing yoga classes and taking my look from day to night and sometimes wearing the same red tights for a week straight taken in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia by @tamara____1997

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6 months ago

My journey with the journeymen taken in Golden Bay, South Island, New Zealand by @tamara____1997

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6 months ago

💃 💃 💃 if you’re lost or sad you should try regularly attending beginner plus salsa class at the German club around the corner from your house and then dancing with Ali the local milkbar guy on the walk home (this is a draft post from pre bad bunny and lady gaga salsa) 💃 by @tamara____1997

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8 months ago

The last time I saw my mum I was a full bleach blonde. We were in a rush, I grabbed some leftover salad she’d made from the fridge in a tupperware to eat in the car, she dropped me to the airport and I ran for my flight to London, to do some gigs and travel, my favourite things. I will always remember that last, hurried hug, a huge smile heavy with my backpack on my shoulders, a regular airport goodbye that neither of us knew would be the last. 3 glorious months of Europe summer later, my roots had grown out, and I got the call that shattered my life. After I came home I stopped bleaching the back so I had a physical reminder on my body of how much time had passed since I last saw mum. I’ve been putting off my next trim, when those old blonde ends will go and I will no longer have a physical attachment on my body of the 27 year old girl I was in the summer of 2024, exploring myself, my independence, the power in my beauty, strength and freedom. As it hits nearly 18 months of loss, I find myself with a new numbness where grief used to be, working harder to recall how life felt before, her voice in my head losing it’s sharpness. The most desperate part about grief is the further away I get from the acute loss of mum, the further away I get from her.

In the same way my hair will keep growing whether I bleach it or cut it all off, the grief stays, the time passes no matter what I choose to do with it. My hair will grow at the same pace whether it’s being blown by the wind in a cemetery crying at a grave or riding in the back of a truck in the Sinai peninsula. The physical world, biology, nature, maybe you can call it god’s green earth, gives me strength in how its laws don’t change.

I wish I could ask mum what she thinks of the style. I wish I could show her all the photos of all the places I’ve been with this hair, what I’ve done now I’ve let my roots grow out.

For now I love the hippie mess of my hair and my life. It’s fun being a blonde but it’s funner being a blonde only from the front. The day’s coming soon where I’ll have to trim those last frayed ends. And I’ll squirm and giggle in the hairdresser chair and apologise for being an indecisive customer. by @tamara____1997

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9 months ago

Right now I’m in Tassie with jack and this is a draft post from a whole year ago from my last trip to Tassie with jack and it’s been so long since then that this post was drafted when Instagram only allowed 10 photos so this post is sort of a historical snapshot and a monument to my ability to procrastinate taken in Wineglass Bay by @tamara____1997

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