more tel aviv stimulation

tel aviv street art got me feelin things.

spent the twilight of this afternoon sprawled out on my homegirl’s floor, writhing from caffeine induced madness.

she booked an international trip while i played with my camera which i’ve just fixed as to take abroad with me. 

adventure awaits. 

"something" - joshua worden

he’s at it again. so wonderful.

"harlem" - cathedrals

written for a former lover:

seeking simple love

oh, my kiwi curry king

tender in my hands


work in progress.

22nd first day of school & the fall feels, as they creep in, deserve some new tunes.

(Source: Spotify)

new. thank you, immy.

(Source: Spotify)


I. love. the. Anaconda. video. but the writeups I’ve been seeing keep referring to Drake as a co-star, which I think misses a big part of the point.

The reason this video rules is because Drake is an extra. Drake is a prop. Drake is a bro in the comfy-casual clothes that he rolled up to the set in, who has no lines or purpose other than the be ground upon, and whose face is obscured by shadows most of the time.

This is not a continuation of the Drake/Nicki/Rih media narrative. This is a dank-as-fuck feminist power play. This is, “Drake is whatever to me.” And this is a man who, if he isn’t at the top of his game, is close to it. A huge celebrity. And here is Nicki looking fucking amazing, tormenting him into a boner, then swatting his hand away and walking out of frame.

Your anaconda don’t want none unless she got buns, hun? Maybe she doesn’t want your anaconda. Maybe she’ll do whatever the fuck she wants with her buns, and it doesn’t matter what you think or feel.

c. friar on that truth game.

some film shots from the best road trip of all time ever. 

alien babe @ great sand dunes national park, colorado

alien babe @ great sand dunes national park, colorado

"a place like this" - majid jordan

"phoenix" - laura doggett

water blossom realness