Kerry Washington being amazing as always.
Understand colorblinders out there. Please get it.
I’m lost in a world where exhaustion is liquified as gasoline.
Where hollowness is currency.
So I paint my eyes insomniac and hope that it pays tomorrow’s electricity bills. And hope that tomorrow’s electricity bills are mailed in time.
But if you read enough of the wrong books, punctuality becomes a crime
I am so tired and we are so oblivious and I don’t understand how easy it is for people to find the door to tranquil slumber when all I can think about is how we’re encased inside a failing atmosphere
And all I can think about is how you are there and I am here and that’s become such a sad cliche and I think about how that’s become such a sad cliche and why
The aesthetics in social networking probably
But that’s not the point. The point is that I have all these photos taped on a pink crochet string which cascades down my wall and not one photo frames me with you
and yes, it is a genuine dilemma because I had everything planned out for us and we were supposed to do really cute, puke-rendering things like slow dance at Twin Peaks after midnight and watch the sunset from then on but
shit happens next to love. And I keep raking through the memories to find at least a miniscule distinction between the two. But instead, I’m just finding it easier to interrelate them so
here’s the thing.
I miss you. And I’m probably the millionth, if not, billionth person to write about missing someone at almost three in the morning. But I miss you, and I’m feeding on all the lost sleep and all the guarding street lamps and every hooded man walking these lethal hours of night. Because I don’t have enough in my wallet to buy actual food like happiness and rest and at the same time pay for what has been one of the biggest mistakes I’ve made
was letting you go.
So cheers to you and cheers to such a wakeful mind and troubled heart.
And cheers to the next dawn.
Guinée française, jeune femme donnant le lait à son bébé.
Braids | Peach Wedding
Beautiful Magadascan women: c. 1898
(the beauty and power of these women made me cry)
Felt the same way as I was scrolling through these photographs of these incredibly beautiful women. Their elaborate hairstyles and equally as immaculate clothing just blows me away.
Bodoland in the state of Assam
Working on my very first galaxy piece. Challenged myself by only using colored pencils.
Tippi Benjamine Okanti Degré, daughter of French wildlife photographers Alain Degré and Sylvie Robert, was born in Namibia. During her childhood she befriended many wild animals, including a 28-year old elephant called Abu and a leopard nicknamed J&B. She was embraced by the Bushmen and the Himba tribespeople of the Kalahari, who taught her how to survive on roots and berries, as well as how to speak their language.