#byeyall

[riteofthunder]

GGGGHGH I HAD NO IDEA ABOUT THE ART HE LIKED IM

[deafgaming]

When you have a good idea...

[charliehopper]

SOCIAL DISTANCING DAY 212. Hey. We watched this tonight. I’m going to try and unplug from this and Facebook and Twitter. And Words with Friends. If you need me, you probably have my phone to text me or my email address. No idea how long I’m aiming for. Let’s see if I can at least make it longer than the kid-portrayal in this. (Maybe I’ll go back to reading one of those books.) Don’t tell me how the election’s going or anything. I already voted. These Covid-Instagram-journal posts will resume at some point but the experiment is worth the disruption. #thesocialdilemma #iknewiwastheproductallalong #byeyall #quarantinelife cc: @thesocialdilemma (at Noblesville, Indiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CG3s_kwA5nl/?igshid=17y8t45bn9v4v

[mariebrimue]

Going MIA for a while! #ByeYall https://www.instagram.com/p/CCJ1_LeBZM4/?igshid=pipoxoq5fdw1

[atlasgotscoliosis]

Yet another wip. Will color or perish. So like. Rip me. ✌ #byeyall https://www.instagram.com/p/B0VNf1yh9szdpgDsAVWz1CwJJ4MVPceNCnrTpk0/?igshid=rocc3acxvigw

[oraclevision]

#byeyall #snapchat #nomorethoting #mommagonnaknockyouout

[princessferrinoke-blog]

When you and your Chapulita are on the same damned page. I ❤️ you! @iy_reen #byeyall #whatsmyname #lemmetellyouboutmybestfriend

[lesahleee]

Lodo

One day you wake up with a little bit more sand in your eyes than normal. You wash your face with the fancy soap you bought for yourself: salt from the Dead Sea, wrapped in that brown texture. The same kind they use for floral arrangements.

You look in the mirror. And even though that face is the same one you’ve been looking at every morning for 26 years, inside the walls of your parents boundaries, made up of the same borders of your ancestors, the light starts falling on your face a little different.

And For 26 years. As long as you’ve been living at home... you never looked at the shapes of the sunlight, from the window, that it left on your face.

And not until now it mattered

Because, this time no one was there to tell you what you looked like but you. So you gathered yourself, moved in the right direction, and gave light to your own skin.

Reflecting who you wanted to manipulate,

shaping yourself like Picasso.