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collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

collab shoot with @anjaceciliashop ~ we made a gas station sexy // skirt designed by @anjaceciliashop 💙 director/dp/edit @sofiathedoctor 🩻🩺 model @pissmodern 🐉 1st AC @depthbydavid 🔪

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

mind if i slip inside your head so you miss me too?

shot for @azaleasnyc with vixens @piggycchen @dreamydude just in time for lovers day ꫂ ၴႅ༘

pull up to our next SW open mic fundraiser this weds 4/8 @alphavillebk 🫦 we’re back raising coin for families in 5aza (all of whom have ties to our local community) and getting the acerbic, talented hot minxes together in solidarity. queer and trans sw prioritized but allies are welcome. bring tip money! details in flyer ★𝄞𝄢‧₊˚♪₊˚⊹˖ ݁♬⋆

pull up to our next SW open mic fundraiser this weds 4/8 @alphavillebk 🫦 we’re back raising coin for families in 5aza (all of whom have ties to our local community) and getting the acerbic, talented hot minxes together in solidarity. queer and trans sw prioritized but allies are welcome. bring tip money! details in flyer ★𝄞𝄢‧₊˚♪₊˚⊹˖ ݁♬⋆

pull up to our next SW open mic fundraiser this weds 4/8 @alphavillebk 🫦 we’re back raising coin for families in 5aza (all of whom have ties to our local community) and getting the acerbic, talented hot minxes together in solidarity. queer and trans sw prioritized but allies are welcome. bring tip money! details in flyer ★𝄞𝄢‧₊˚♪₊˚⊹˖ ݁♬⋆

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

late on this but cheers to flirtyone 🎂 31 orbits around the sun, still dreaming and scheming, still tirelessly living and loving, still married to the game. i thought this year would be a quiet one but i struck gold having my birthday fall on miss @britgausvik’s wedding weekend, warmed up by the ceremonial ecstasy of love and a queening out for the books—wine flowing, love flowing, partying and bathing as our flow-state… grateful to live in my dream femme universe, you all know how to make a bitch feel adored ❤︎ ❀༉‧

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

when god pursues you she will have my eyes

for @azaleasnyc by @piggycchen 🫦

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

to a year of loss and grief, pain and gain, grace and chaos and never ending love—2025 ground me up so fine i learned the peace of unbeing. met so many beautiful freaks, loved women harder, organized a series of events honoring whores, got hotter after surviving hellfire and crawled out the depths of it each time a raven. to more lush beauty, strength, longevity, debauchery, glam and play in 2026. thanks all for loving me this year, it’s a love or be loved world… eternal bisous

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

tanzania stole my heart. so inexplicably raw, beautiful, prickly and sweet, with unforgettable moments of peak brutality and serenity imprinted onto me. every day my ears were fine tuned to a resounding symphony—the low hum of prayer, soft voices, hearty laughter, warrior chants, pounding rainfall, thunder, whistling winds and the rhythmic cacophony of animal / insect sounds. i fell in love with all that i encountered in nature, the untamed biota, the baoba trees that birth their surrounding habitat, the volcanic crater, the shimmering rivers as lifeblood for every living being, the cycles of life and death that sustain this delicate, resilient ecosystem. i witnessed all the rare and wondrous animals under the sun, saw and heard the souls in every single one. everything everywhere was so alive, it awoke both a dormant, feral instinct and nurtured an everlasting inner peace. may we see the day that the maasai and all dispossessed people return to their indigenous land—a world free of capitalist imperialist exploitation. water is life, the game goes on. uzima wa milele, until next time

everything i want in life wants me more

everything i want in life wants me more

everything i want in life wants me more

everything i want in life wants me more

when the obscure shawties link & queen out late in the night, slay maximization is in the air & moves thru the trees... when we search eternally for greener pastures, we forget the divadom that is within us all along…

stills from last night’s impromptu shoot with @sofiathedoctor & @banaanja / my love to @1ateshia for always being my support kitten 💸⛽️🪶🧷

when the obscure shawties link & queen out late in the night, slay maximization is in the air & moves thru the trees... when we search eternally for greener pastures, we forget the divadom that is within us all along…

stills from last night’s impromptu shoot with @sofiathedoctor & @banaanja / my love to @1ateshia for always being my support kitten 💸⛽️🪶🧷

when the obscure shawties link & queen out late in the night, slay maximization is in the air & moves thru the trees... when we search eternally for greener pastures, we forget the divadom that is within us all along…

stills from last night’s impromptu shoot with @sofiathedoctor & @banaanja / my love to @1ateshia for always being my support kitten 💸⛽️🪶🧷

when the obscure shawties link & queen out late in the night, slay maximization is in the air & moves thru the trees... when we search eternally for greener pastures, we forget the divadom that is within us all along…

stills from last night’s impromptu shoot with @sofiathedoctor & @banaanja / my love to @1ateshia for always being my support kitten 💸⛽️🪶🧷

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

my love letter to noir & to melancholic, decadent summers between nyc, lisboa, seville & oslo. i love a torrid summer of ennui, seduction, tangled attraction, rain soaked streets, swelling tensions, heat fatigue & resistance. darkness at odds w the sun drenched escapism of long, lazy days in the lap of luxury. i would tell myself that crash outs felt like swan dives & to transmute chaos & angst into glamour but in reality, i was always healing from something. this is the first summer in a long time that my soul felt lighter, from honoring the cazimi (heart of the sun), to the most divine downloads & simple pleasures. i feel kissed by the planet & thanking my lucky stars for all the love i have. a gentle reminder that buoyancy of the soul is god tier spiritual resilience 💋

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

iceland made me fetishize the cold rather than resist it & taught me there is beauty in the world that you simply do not speak of

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️

survived years of structural precarity & spiritual warfare but i’m still here, still in love with life & the luxury of aging… everything feels more worth it than ever, even with time churning us out. may it always be beautiful & worthy
i wish i could exist as ocean glitter, where the wavering sun meets the rippling waves, creating crystal embellished bodywear for the sea, as if she were wearing a thousand little suns 🌊 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 𖤓 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ
felt inspired by octavia butler, who wrote in ‘why do i write?’: “[…] i am an egoist, and the power to create and manipulate whole worlds pleases my vanity […] symbiosis pleases me more than parasitism.”

slide #2: cyborg manifesto, donna haraway
#4: ‘clear night’ by charles wright
#6: human peak experiences triggered by encounters with cetaceans
#8: wiki page for sun glitter

🎶 @aysha.irl on ♾️