omg i just saw a video like that earlier! i had no idea it was a thing until that popped up on my feed. 😵‍💫 sooo bleak. 💔

soooo bad bro

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data farm funk 🫩

and is. i told you 🫵🏾 i seent it sista! buckle up 👁️💓

it sounds soooo bad and clunky now. but i dread the day it evolves to become harder to recognize. ugh jesus

the existence of ai music devastates me in a way that i cannot express

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nice

what prayer i gotta pray for this, sis? and can you say it slowly so i can get all the details pls

a close up of a dog 's face with its eyes closed and looking at the camera . Alt: a close up of a chihuahua crying out some massive tears

you’re the best omg 🥲

real bad! she’s such a sweetie pie

skfjdkdjdkdk i can’t ever keep a frown on my face when you log on 😭 the homie fr

she got you too?! 😭 our girl had me weepy earlier

texture?? 🥲 that’s such a huge deal ahhh! i’m so happy you enjoyed it. thank you so much, sis. this touched my heart deeply. love you. 🫂

man i love vlad 😭 lmfaoooo

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thank you twin!! 😭 that means the entire world to me. 🫂

MAN WHO TF TOOK A BITE OUT THE MOON??

i needed this laugh omg

wow, this is so pretty 🥹 omg.

Picture of the crescent moon. The rest of the moon shows up in a shadow. There’s a glare horizontal with the crescent moon’a orientation (so they all appear diagonally to me). There’s a haze of light pollution in the background. I have never taken a photo of the moon like this!

Woah. I didn’t know I could take a picture like this on my PHONE! 🤩

you’re the best 🫂

you like it? 🥹🥲

it’s touching to think that i was able to express it so well that someone else could feel it. thank you for reading and thank you for hearing me 🫂

Me practicing a cover of Guided by Voices’ “Endless Seafood,” one of my favorite songs they’ve released in the last decade

a woman wearing a blue turban and a white shirt Alt: Jill Scott with a blue head wrap and a white shirt. she’s sitting in a car, shaking her head, and looking absolutely blown away. she then fiercely mouths the words “that’s what the fuck i’m talking about.” clearly, she loves Black excellence and talent. she loves when niggas put their whole backs into their music and blow everyone away. she is me. i am she.

you be playing and singing your ass off. this was beautiful.

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beautiful photo by the healer of my heart, my beloved sister @thatonegirlkendra.blacksky.app

her IG:

a gorgeous photo of a train coming down the tracks at night. its lights reveal its presence and its shape can only be seen subtly. above it is a sign that reads Jack London Square - Oakland. lining the tracks are what appear to be light posts. they are topped by upside down triangles that glow. they may not be lights, but they are illuminated and beautiful. they remind me of hearts, which is why i feel they’re perfect for this poem. they are all the hearts that i miss, but energetically live on.

my poem. it reads: i miss you. i miss your timbre when your spirit is tingling my ear. i grasp at the air to squeeze your warmth into my palms for later, when i can already feel your heat winding around my neck and slithering down my spine like vines. i feel my bones cracking inward with hunger when i can taste your name fresh on my tongue, calling you closer than close, nearer than inside of my skin. i scald myself with salted water and the smell of eucalyptus when i press my nose into the crook of your neck. if you record the pulsations of my veins, you may hear the melody of your name being sung endlessly. woefully. you are many. cigarette smoke and earth with stubble on my cheek. tiger balm and a gun nestled in peppermints at the bottom of a ragged leather purse. faded baggy jeans and fuzzy rap vibrating through the dust of old speakers. unadulterated laughter and powdery soft skin. a traveler. a healer. a treasure. the smell of wet n' wild lipstick, nexxus haircare, and sweetened garlic. gospel hums echo down my hall. soft fur against the side of my body; guarding me. youth. ignorance. pound cake. brown skin silkened by the sun. roux. lipstick stained cheeks. miss mary mack. bloody knees. pink chalky vitamins. gratitude before sleep; i pray the lord our souls to keep. you are all. i am a culmination of all the love given unto me. i am an archive of the heartbeats that birthed me. i am a record player for voices that narrated me. i am a vessel of sweet souls and their sweetest days. i ache with the weight of your memory, but i will never place you down. my mantel holds your image, my mouth speaks your legends, my mind keeps your pulse. i am you. c.I.

had some heartache tonight. 🌙

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