I’m angry, but oddly it’s a cold anger this time.
I want to make something good and beautiful in this cruel and stupid world. I want to plant a tree or bake a loaf of bread — not out of cheerful optimism or even hope, but as a defiant middle finger to all this darkness.
I’d love to stay off this hellsite tomorrow but at the same time I don’t wanna miss out on any horrific atrocities or funny memes. It’s a sticky pickle for sure.
need a very beautiful and very blurry candid to be taken of me at a party soon. ideally one which captures my joyful and loving nature while obscuring my kind of weird face
your friends are also your forever love btw.
friendships are not placeholders. your friends don’t hold your hand till your forever love comes.
your friends are your forever loves. partnered or not, you need your village and your village needs you.
from the studio to the garden. from the shadow to the city. ✨
10.04.24. bleachers at madison square garden.
can’t explain but if you were there you know it too.
a night that will live on in bleachers history forever. love you.