sorry i disappeared. i’m working on publishing the first trailer for my short film <3 i can’t wait to talk to all of you… sorry <3

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@novapath
sorry i disappeared. i’m working on publishing the first trailer for my short film <3 i can’t wait to talk to all of you… sorry <3
The Cosby Show + favorite looks (5/∞)
i tried getting to replies. my computer’s fucking up. so im passing out.
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“oh–” sol glances down at the water bottle he holds in his hand and then turns back to her, a nearly theatrical grimace on his face, he licks his lips and extends the bottle to her. “it’s not water, honey – but you can have some.”
-- oh? she purses her lips, quicker to distrust the look in his eye than she was to rely on water in the first place. nova kicks up her board and points at him then at the bottle. “uh, you first.” she’s seen it all, weirdos out in the city offering vinegar for example wouldn’t surprise her. rarely is it ever molly water, like she would hope.
*LOWKEY THROWS ESME INTO THE RING*
music is my mistress directed by kahlil joseph
❛ Human nature, baby. Grab it and growl. ❜
STARTERS | ACCEPTING
❛ No, real human nature can’t be this selfish… Black Friday is something very detached from humanity…❜
Capitalism really does bring out the animal in some people, ironic since it is the farthest natural thing on Earth.
Performances never got easier for them. The butterflies in her stomach, the prep work of the set, the rehearsals... the rushing to get from Brooklyn to Manhattan because there were cops checking to make sure nobody was hopping the train, and she had about five cents in her pockets, so she had to find a whole different station, in order to get to alphabet city… yadda yadda yadda. Try to say all that three times fast.
It’s the stress that accumulates before the performer gets up in front of the so called apostles of the avant-garde. A stress, that seems to fade away as soon the artist takes the first step into the act. This cycle happens, in order for the audience to evaluate the elements in life that “make sense”, and continue to withdraw from the reality they thought they knew. Nova wanted to be the hand that guides them out from the light, and leaves the audience in an abyss wondering… where did I go?
INT. HAPPY FUN GALLERY, WILLIAMSBURG - EVENING (@malwares)
Silk cobalt curtains draped behind the stage, atop it was a table with white flowers and cut watermelon scattered around, next to the table sat Nova, playing a composition over the sound of rain on a CD player. She was dressed head to toe and white, and beside her feet sat a bowl filled to the brim with water, white flowers, and ignited tea candles. Her cello playing starts to fade, and Nova places the instrument on a stand. She slowly begins to pick up the bowl of water, walking towards the middle of the stage, holding the bowl over her head.
“Yemaya e olodo awoyo Yemaya ”
She sings, no microphone, it wasn’t necessary.
“Yemoja e olodo awoyo iyami.”
“Yemoja e olodo awoyo Yemoja.”
Then, only the drops of rain were heard in the abrupt silence she gave, closing her eyes, she flips the bowl over completely drenching herself. Even some of the audience took the hit. Nova picks up an unlit blue candle, and takes it into the crowd. They make a path for her, and she stays on… this person, sweatshirts at an art exhibition leaning into their ear, “Do you have the fire?”
She holds her candle to this audience member. This was the catalyst of her performance, one could call it suicide, even if it was a test of fate.
when the heart is in complicated thought know that there is more to love
yall get mad if i started working on my immigrant underground fighter from the farmer nahua tribe of guerrero , mexico... who is so much better and i dont even wanna compare her to tyler d*rden from fight club but oh wow her back story.....
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Nova has been a cellist since the age of seven, but they do not pursue this in a grander scale (like auditioning for string orchestras). They prefer to play as a part of an act for their performance art, sometimes dedicated to different West African spiritual deities or the energy of the divine feminine. (X)