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someone i barely know other than in passing and in socials said
āwhen i see you, and see you lately, it feels like youāre finding more of who you were. you seem so happy in just remembering who you areā
and he was right.
Iām not happy every day.
but between years of my 20s i lost so much of me.
because my late teens were coping with so much trauma and pain, maybe accepting the parts of me in adulthood was painful, and the pressure was painful. maybe my cries about it, although heard, werenāt held enough. maybe no one in some way knew who i really was.
because these days, as i live in my life, faults and growth and grief and pain and love and all,
people see it. because they tell me.
and i love that. and must reflect on years where others saw something missing in a stranger that i cried was missing too.
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most times, weāre only blocks away
I see you in the wind,
I dance to the echos of your feet.
I believe in the ghost of you,
and the human too.
I see your hair groove,
with my off beat patterns,
my braided two steps,
or long or short wavy glidesā¦
my off key singing,
and hope in my eye.
we are
sometimes,
blocks,
away,
yet feeling
your flesh
of my hue.
I dance on the one
for the love of two
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time flies. wow.
only made it because of love.
funny aināt it.
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been growing
been working
been learning
been happier
been learning through pain i caused in life at times
but the more i learn
the more grief i feel
that i hold my grief and pain
with others who donāt hold mine
and Iāll only hold others grief for so long
until my already broken back, chooses
to be of the wind with my mind, finally.
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what a run to go on while working streaming and marketing for Chance the Rapper and others.
very proud of myself
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Jakob Holdt. Boy under the subway. Brownsville, NY, 1972. x
https://www.american-pictures.com/
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Karl Blossfeldt. Dryopteris filix mas. Common male fern, 1928
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woke up, pissed.
for peace i have always erased myself to be as whatever people see fit.
fuck that. even just for me to me, fuck that.
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so Iāve been DJing a lot. Started producing too.
i donāt post on here much.
but know itās been a wild time and a wacky great time.
also the music business side of things is still going strong
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Itās because it comes out in my dj sets. comes out in music
ya know, Iām filled with a lot of joy these days. i just donāt know how to write about it.
That make sense?
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ya know, Iām filled with a lot of joy these days. i just donāt know how to write about it.
That make sense?
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Never thought Iād stop speaking to mother.
I tried today.
I regret it.
I canāt fight anymore to be seen.
And remained silent when i said āi love youā.
When all Iāve ever said is
āSome things sucked, but i loved you
And will always love you through itā.
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