Hazel, what race are you?
I’m Mexican, from Jalisco.
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Hazel, what race are you?
I’m Mexican, from Jalisco.
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what type of fuji camera did you use in ny? I was hoping to get a similar one
X100v
you’ve mentioned u get fillers. Which ones do you get? If you don’t mind me asking
I modeled for Hanna at the Flawless Lab- she did chin, cheeks, lip. I actually really loved the results and I would do it again. I haven’t gotten filler in over a year now, but i think i’ll keep up with the maintenance on my lip filler whenever I feel i need it.
Are you and Anthony still dating? Or am I behind on news, so sorry if someone has already asked this and I just missed it!!!
No, we’re no longer together.
Zoya Nazyalensky in Rule of Wolves (Leigh Bardugo)
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any scrubs recommendations? i'm struggling to find some that i actually like since im short, they all seem to be big and square..pls help lol :(
I wear figs petite! They fit perfectly. They’re also the only scrubs I wear so its the only recommendation I have :’)
Frank Ocean in Tokyo, photography by Michael Mayren.
Thom Yorke: 'Street Spirit' is our purest song, but I didn't write it… it wrote itself. We were just its messengers, its biological catalysts. Its core is a complete mystery to me and… (pause) you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless. All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve. 'Street Spirit' has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song. It's called detachment. Especially me. I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it… I'd crack. I'd break down on stage. That's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning. I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together. That's what's meant by 'all these things are one to swallow whole'. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion… (pause) I'd crack. Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realize what they're listening to. They don't realize that 'Street Spirit' is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes. And knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh, and it's real, and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that to long, I'd crack. I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song. That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell everytime I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of its meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging it's tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart. I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much. (very long pause). I didn't write that song.
Czesław Miłosz, from Selected Poems; “The Song”