day-dreamy scans and scribbles from one of our favourite artists <3
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Nearly every person I love was within those four walls for a few hours, flipping through the magazine, dancing on the stage, wandering past photos, writing on the wall…. people interacting with the mag, with Pure Nowhere, in all these ways I never expected possible.
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A visual of what it feels like to stop on the side of the road and just feel the sun from the driver's seat
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Lost, in how she talked about the late nights and fucked up sleep schedule and blood-stained motels and friendships like family made overnight.
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Am I being selfish? How do I know what I need? What does “self-care” really mean anyway? Where and how do I even start?
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A haunting photo series
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“she’ll grow out of it.”
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For some it is the first time they fell in love, the time they took LSD at the beach, their first heartbreak, a certain concert, a death, a setback, an accomplishment. For me, it was at the age of 16, in a place I will forever hold in my heart.
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the motel sign buzz of his lips down my spine
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Rarely is there a time as simply sombre as the trip home from something wonderful. Nothing is so heavy as a return ticket.
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“We’re not afraid of wearing what we want, what makes us feel comfortable and beautiful and everyone should feel that way.”
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Life in your twenties is volatile; exciting. It’s a time to cultivate an identity and come into your own. It’s anthemic, it’s your own drama, your own choices.
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From a desire to be surrounded by women in a space dedicated to playing with the inherent femininity of the occult.
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My professor said something about entropy. Everything is continuing toward chaos, or something to that extent.
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…for when I do, finally, say goodbye to those turquoise and cream colored pills.
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I suppose my only option is to keep walking around with a camera in the hopes that my skin sheds more the longer I walk. My friends, loves, and visions are worth documenting, either way.
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So to the person reading this — be proud of being human, the blood that runs through your veins, the heart
that is pumping in your chest.
Now i can say that i’m both the musician and the muse.
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