I'm crying everyone's tears And there inside our private war I died the night before And all of these remnants of joy and disaster What am I supposed to do
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I'm crying everyone's tears And there inside our private war I died the night before And all of these remnants of joy and disaster What am I supposed to do
Aesthetic AF.
You be her And I'll be him For a while we'll pretend
it’s alright it’s ok i’m gonna do just what i want play it back my own rules gonna do just what i want
vök // polar
Skit & Tijani - Sweat
sick melody
- Inevitable -
a/lways wanting what he couldn't get w/hat’s a man who hates his own fortune? s/pending his life living through regret c/ause he never realized what’s important
The first time I saw Njomza in person, I was standing in line at a Trader Joe’s in Studio City, picking up champagne to take to a friend’s house to celebrate nothing in particular. She was ahead of me in line, with her wild blonde hair, an immaculate athleisure outfit, and a DGAF-but-polite attitude. The checkout clerk was fascinated with her look, a product of her Albanian heritage and the bowl she smoked before heading out to pick up the groceries for the week ahead. He asked her a slew of personal questions that I couldn’t help overhearing, because I was fascinated, too.
She had moved to L.A. from Chicago a few months earlier to break into the music industry with her sultry alt-R&B sound. I made a mental note of her name when she spelled it out for the clerk. N-J-O-M-Z-A. How did I remember the consonant-heavy moniker for as long as I did? I looked her up and discovered on her Soundcloud page that we dug the same kinds of flows, the same vibes. And then I heard her on a Hippie Sabotage remix [Ridin’ Solo] and knew we were aurally in sync.
I search for her sometimes. N-J-O-M-Z-A. I found her Instagram account once. It gave me an inside look into her House of Balloons. Late nights. Bad boys. Sultry eyes. Smoke plumes. She was the ultimate Tumblr girl.
And now she has an EP out and it’s pretty freaking groovy.
Oh, my.
SOPHIA LOREN AND CARLO PONTI AT THE ACADEMY AWARDS DINNER, 1962 (Lawrence Schiller)
can a song crush you asking for a friend
/ Let me get close enough to hold you, babe / And we can dance a little more
Just some amazing R&B.