PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Sade Olutola

Love Begins
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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
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trying on a metaphor
Claire Keane
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Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
The Bowery Presents
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Xuebing Du

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@wastedpurity
took this at 4:27 am
NYE party in my tiny NYC apartment
official notice that i will no longer be pursuing the broody artistic type
—thank you
haha i did pursue the broody artistic type and it went exactly as you think but i did learn a lot about myself and i was a lot more brave than in the past and i find there is soil in every season
The leaves outside my window are yellow like my favorite color which is something you say a lot when you hang out with kids and I think I last explained why because of the sun and my hair and my childhood bedroom. I like that you have to explain yourself to kids. Sometimes we really don’t know why—but to feel must mean something. To observe. To exist. To experience joy.
So happy to be back in new york im obsessed with people watching
Somewhere in brooklyn
creativity is an everyday commitment and not an act of god although it is the hands
official notice that i will no longer be pursuing the broody artistic type
—thank you
EARNESTNESS IS IN!
Winter is maturing us;
soon spring will be here—
and we will regrow the leaves of childhood
Everyone is an artist. Everyone is creative. Not everyone is committed to the craft. And not everyone calls themselves an artist. That is the difference.
And I know they say opposites attract but I like that the trashcan is littered with raisins
You know I’m going through it when I want to write about my crush like Carrie Bradshaw…In this city full of millions of people, how come he was still the only one on my mind? I wasn’t sure the meaning but I enjoyed the drama. And just like a sale on pursues—romance will come again
I look hot in this picture
What a privilege to love again and again and again