my thoughts...


im not delicate.


softness, stilness


. these are strengths untold.


i've healed.

it's true. possible, to live two lives in one.


sing, dance. i don't want to be by myself anymore.

a travel day 




4 hour delay, 3 hour flight, 6 bottles of artificial lemonade later I arrived to Newark. All cozy for the thunderstorm in my super shmanzy Apartamento sweater.

played on repeat:

airplane read: just kids by patti smith

outfit day 1: 

anthropology dress

prada boots

breakfast: epistrophy

the rest of my day was spent skipping through gramercy and bryant. i bought beautiful lilies yet since i don't actually live in the city i ended up giving them to this grumpy looking woman at cafe dante. she ended up crying, mumbling to herself and smiling. then i ran into an obese pitbul named lucy, i think we were buddies in another life. yet most of my time was spent at cafe grumpy in chelsea reading oscar wilde's; the picture of dorian gray. a saucy quote from the book:

the warm air seemed laden with spices...
pg. 114
- oscar wilde

pre cafe grumpy i stumbled across a bookshop called alabasters bookshop run by a cute old couple...i got seven books, including the picture of dorian grey (i ended up having to fed ex carry on was the size of a darn pea.)

dinner: ate take out thai with tasha (my sister)

ended up falling asleep at midnight in anxiousness for the day to come

or because of the union square roar....either or.

my drawings



art tip:

draw with your eyes closed.

let go of your senses.

darkness leads us to things more beautiful.




apple sauce?


handsome man





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