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We Real Cool
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We
Jazz June. We
Die soon.
_ by Gwendolyn Brooks,
A stroll with Big-Love back in uni before paying tax and car notes.
Just the innocence of two hearts beating together. A day to remember. #soulmate #4
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Source: summersweeet
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Last Emperors Standing: Tyrant Tony (2018)
Known by many critics for her lack of public appearances, she does however wield her sweeping power like a tyrant. She rules with her authoritarian fist that lets her essentially push any policies that she deems necessary. She is however the quintessential hero to a tyrant, the modern day messiah that helped bring freedom to young contemporary artists.
/ photographer & producer: Brian Charlie
/ photographer & writer: Sisanda Mgedezi
/ art direction & image editor: Tony Gum
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Insecure HBO
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Tank ft Ty Dolla $ign & Trey Songz(When We Remix)
Source: Spotify
Pig.malion
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Mr. Sun
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Title: Eric Dolphy Designer: Freire Wright
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‘My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of Engedi’
I’d like to be a nest if you were a little bird.
I’d like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold.
If you were music, I’d be an ear.
If you were water, I’d be a glass.
If you were light, I’d be an eye.
If you were a foot, I’d be a sock.
If you were the sea, I’d be a beach.
And if you were still the sea, I’d be a fish,
and I’d swim in you.
And if you were the sea, I’d be salt.
And if I were salt, you’d be lettuce,
an avocado or at least a fried egg.
And if you were a fried egg,
I’d be a piece of bread.
And if I were a piece of bread,
you’d be butter or jam.
If you were jam,
I’d be the peach in the jam.
If I were a peach,
you’d be a tree.
And if you were a tree,
I’d be your sap…
and I’d course through your arms like blood.
And if I were blood,
I’d live in your heart.
_ Claudio Bertoni