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“How can they hate on the boy cah they know that I’m putting in work” @blaze_moneyman

“How can they hate on the boy cah they know that I’m putting in work” @blaze_moneyman

@primballers FC at @manor.place in the hottest pink with the hottest tekkers 😮‍💨

@primballers FC at @manor.place in the hottest pink with the hottest tekkers 😮‍💨

@primballers FC at @manor.place in the hottest pink with the hottest tekkers 😮‍💨

@primballers FC at @manor.place in the hottest pink with the hottest tekkers 😮‍💨

@primballers FC at @manor.place in the hottest pink with the hottest tekkers 😮‍💨

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Keeping it pretty even at the scrapyard w/@prettyboyuglyworld #bts

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Vibes through out 🔉 Sounds of the diaspora - @nsg_music

@dailypaper x @ch2rgelondon 💧

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Finding spots of light with this sunshine one of my favourite 💿 selectors @rare.treat 🌞🎶

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
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My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
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My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Dreamers were always othered and made fun of.
Capitalism Patriarchy and Colonialism formatted and (white)washed minds. From the cradle transgenerationally, then at school teaching us dreamers and disrupters were t3rrorists.
Dreams ridiculed, Cosmology erased, Instinct demonized and Nature forgotten…

I know I was (othered etc) all my childhood, teenage hood and adulthood for having “my head in the moon” as they say in French. Now I know I’m negrodivergent and found others so cool cool.

But I learned with time that my faith was my delulu. My imagination was a gift, my ideas my wealth and heritage.
So are yours.

You had to be a likkle delulu to dream of respect and agency during slavery times.
You have to be a likkle delulu to believe in angels who can see hear understand believe and support you when you’re surrounded by demons blinded by jealousy, avidity, competition and so on🤠 (for that to make sense - in my book - a demon is an angel who forgot they’re an angel)
You have to be a little delulu to believe in love in these dark times of mass killing, to believe in truth in this era of international gaslight and change when fascism is on the rise.

How can we catch a glimpse of hope through the thorns and the smoke of lies, fear, guilt, shame, illusion and attachments?

1. not alone lol individualism is capitalism
2. not all at once :) the point is not to be perfect and always say the truth and always show love despite everything. The point is to reconnect with our human nature before it was buried under the mask/blinders this society taught us to craft and wear 24/7, even at home sometimes.

Caring is resisting
Healing is resisting
Loving is resisting

Say the weird thing !
Ask questions
Listen to your instinct
Learn
Grieve
Feel
Share

My personal dream this year is simplifying and mastering my communication skills. To write and speak more, harming no one but taking shit from no one. To nuance and highlight. To remind and confirm.To call myself a philosopher 😇 To share my conceptions of God Love Money Sex and Drugs -as Audre Lorde said
REDEFINE TO EMPOWER.

God bless ♥️

📝 @mynameisjessamyn

📸 @bare_clips

Drip don’t drown @dripeisha__

Drip don’t drown @dripeisha__

Drip don’t drown @dripeisha__

@pik1combs and @sydney.davies.customworks beautiful Afro piks got us right for the stockings

Looking fresh and repping at the same time!

Head tops and beards Christmas ready? You already know what to do @pik1combs

@pik1combs and @sydney.davies.customworks beautiful Afro piks got us right for the stockings

Looking fresh and repping at the same time!

Head tops and beards Christmas ready? You already know what to do @pik1combs

@pik1combs and @sydney.davies.customworks beautiful Afro piks got us right for the stockings

Looking fresh and repping at the same time!

Head tops and beards Christmas ready? You already know what to do @pik1combs

@pik1combs and @sydney.davies.customworks beautiful Afro piks got us right for the stockings

Looking fresh and repping at the same time!

Head tops and beards Christmas ready? You already know what to do @pik1combs

@pik1combs and @sydney.davies.customworks beautiful Afro piks got us right for the stockings

Looking fresh and repping at the same time!

Head tops and beards Christmas ready? You already know what to do @pik1combs

@goldiequaker in the fire fits even on a cold day 🥶

@goldiequaker in the fire fits even on a cold day 🥶

@goldiequaker in the fire fits even on a cold day 🥶

@dripeisha__ ‘s @guapgala 2025 look ✨

Outfit by herself @sekanistudio and @tektimeolive , makeup by the wonderful @fairyfleekfather and hair by @dhairrhub

Whole team served up a banquet 🔥

@dripeisha__ ‘s @guapgala 2025 look ✨

Outfit by herself @sekanistudio and @tektimeolive , makeup by the wonderful @fairyfleekfather and hair by @dhairrhub

Whole team served up a banquet 🔥

@dripeisha__ ‘s @guapgala 2025 look ✨

Outfit by herself @sekanistudio and @tektimeolive , makeup by the wonderful @fairyfleekfather and hair by @dhairrhub

Whole team served up a banquet 🔥

@dripeisha__ ‘s @guapgala 2025 look ✨

Outfit by herself @sekanistudio and @tektimeolive , makeup by the wonderful @fairyfleekfather and hair by @dhairrhub

Whole team served up a banquet 🔥

“Brought the old one back, REMONTADA”

@kidwild12 x @blanc0b0urne 🔥

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨

@tiagordon__ Sold out @omearalondon and left everyone mesmerised, beautiful performance, band, and team 🙌🏿✨