I Pretend to Exist in Your Head

I am an imaginary song playing in the back of your head and the dancing lights that pop up on the outskirts of your vision. Created somewhere between make-believe and playing pretend. Come in and have a cookie. They're made of magic and dreams.

[jussanother]

[melodramas]

ANOK YAI — Met Gala 2026

[highgrovearchive]

la déesse anok yai, naturellement

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anok yai x ashi studio

[thoughtkick]

“Nobody realizes that some people expend a tremendous energy trying to be normal.”

— Albert Camus

[luvrumcake]

Janet Jackson

[melanateddiamonds]

[msgoated]

IG: Ava.tocloo 🤎

[04k96]

[shesbeenblessed]

[thepowerwithin]

You can run from other people, places, or maybe even things. But you cannot run from yourself.

Dr. Nicole Addison

[litsnaps]

[classycookiexo]

The frustration and sadness from being stuck or stagnant can be very hard to get through

[apoemaday]

I Don't Know How Many Souls I Have

by Fernando Pessoa tr. Richard Zenith

I don’t know how many souls I have. I’ve changed at every moment. I always feel like a stranger. I’ve never seen or found myself. From being so much, I have only soul. A man who has soul has no calm. A man who sees is just what he sees. A man who feels is not who he is.

Attentive to what I am and see, I become them and stop being I. Each of my dreams and each desire Belongs to whoever had it, not me. I am my own landscape, I watch myself journey -- Various, mobile, and alone. Here where I am I can’t feel myself.

That’s why I read, as a stranger, My being as if it were pages. Not knowing what will come And forgetting what has passed, I note in the margin of my reading What I thought I felt. Rereading, I wonder: “Was that me?” God knows, because he wrote it.

[sharmeeyn]

[blackgirlnextdoor3333]

[msgoated]

Photographer 📸 Néhémie Lemal

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