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Street Style Platform - Fashion Inspiration

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tuesday

I honestly never even liked him that much. With my coffee in hand, my hair wet, and my head down, I knew I didn’t like him from the moment he sat down. Oozing with confidence, he was so ostentatious that he didn’t even have to speak; his personality did it for him. Ink running up his arms, Calvin’s underneath his jeans, the smell of blueberry tea and weed on his lips; he wasn’t my type but wanted to be. He flexed his money and his music and his image and his drugs, and that agitated me. What used to be my nicotine—his Prada cologne—started to taste sour on my tongue. He fed me with attention, and I ended up starving myself because for the first time in a while, I wanted nothing but myself and sweet solidarity.

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columbus drive

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I need to go on a honeymoon by myself.

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Jane Lee, Recent Work.

Feel free to take a break and escape from what’s happening in the world with the artwork of artist Jane Lee (I am, definitely).

Don’t miss Supersonic Art on Instagram!

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by James Bullough

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Mark Rothko, Untitled (Lilac and orange over ivory), 1961

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