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@michaelleviton and I made a song together that is now out

very grateful to everyone involved in the making of it 🤍

full song & video in bio

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@creativerehabnyc 🌊

going to new york for a couple months- msg me to shoot etc etc

@creativerehabnyc 🌊

going to new york for a couple months- msg me to shoot etc etc

@creativerehabnyc 🌊

going to new york for a couple months- msg me to shoot etc etc

another place, another time,
running running running through my mind

another place, another time,
running running running through my mind

another place, another time,
running running running through my mind

☁️☁️☁️

getting readywith @lucys_lamps 🪩🪞

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A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

A few years before my mom died she wandered (trespassed) onto a piece of land owned by a man named Dave.Dave was 98 and felt forced to sell the land in order to support his family. My mom found a non profit to purchase it instead, saving 100 acres from development.

I have a tattoo from a journal entry of hers, it reads-
“Belief; the few who bring their own flickering touches of hope that love does conquer greed and hate. That love will prevail.”

All this to say: At a time like this, true agency can feel near impossible. But history shows (with immense efforts & terrible lows) that love, and acts made in the name of love,are extremely powerful and the greatest threat to greed and corruption. Love does, eventually, prevail.

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾

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“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

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“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

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“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
-Pablo Neruda

🌞🌞🌞

Let’s dance for a while 🌙🌙

By @michaelleviton 🦢

Let’s dance for a while 🌙🌙

By @michaelleviton 🦢

Let’s dance for a while 🌙🌙

By @michaelleviton 🦢

Let’s dance for a while 🌙🌙

By @michaelleviton 🦢

Let’s dance for a while 🌙🌙

By @michaelleviton 🦢