The Night Was Monumental
Whenever a musician levels my spirit, I immediately conceptualize a vision where I experience the feeling of that artist in real life. I then add
Whenever a musician levels my spirit, I immediately conceptualize a vision where I experience the feeling of that artist in real life. I then add
Remember that first Back to School assignment where you had to write about your summer? I loved the chance to share when I had something worth writing about. Like the summer of 1996, when I saw Independence Day six times in the theater and kissed a boy on a bridge in Yosemite, Ca, in 1994.
When wildfires burn the surface of the Earth, they are easily seen. Blame is cast, though all signs point to climate change. Fathomable rage. But, what’s unfathomable to imagine is the blaze held within such a celestial body, and she still somehow holds it all together, though her cracks are showing for us all to see.
This blog contains subjects that may trigger religious, mental, emotional, and sexual traumas.
And it’s hella Blasphemous. Read with caution.
Modeling has been going well for me. I’m channeling my inner child and teen to execute each shared vision. Some months back one of my
It was hot in the studio. Moan Wolfe, Hub Bub, Yazzi Models, and I were set for a night out after completing our planned photo
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Song: Con La Brisa by Foudeqush – Wakanda Forever Soundtrack
I now consider myself estranged, orphaned. It’s a trip after setting yourself free from abuse. Despite the mental and emotional preparedness, the effects of going
Orcas have begun the ‘Eat The Rich’ movement, and I’m so fucking here for it!