I need you to tell me
How is it possible
For you to know the deepest parts
of my soul
To have swam in my abyss of sadness
To have known how powerful your hands in my hair can be
Just as much as your stare at a red light
Can weaken me
Or your laughter on a Saturday night
Or your cheek pressed into my thigh
Or your tears on my shoulder at midnight
Only to ignore my presence
In a crowded room
When she’s around
- the after party
Anok Yai and Adesuwa Aighewi
for i-D Magazine // March 2020
shot by Oliver Hadlee Pearch
My friends dope ass graduation photos
January 2020: trump secretly orders assassination/potential world war III. (Notable mentions: Kobe, his daughter, and other guests died in helicopter crash, Australia on fire).
February 2020: trump not impeached
March 2020: COVID-19 officially declared a pandemic.
April 2020: worldwide cases of COVID-19 deaths surpass 1,000,000. Notable mention: unemployment reaches 14.7%, the worst it’s been since the Great Depression.
May 2020: death of George Floyd, inspiring peaceful protests, rioting, and looting.
Of course 2020 would get The Purge. Notable mention: murder hornets.
June 2020 potential contender: 17 year cicadas.
The rest of 2020:
2020 has been one clusterfuck after another. Who wants to join me in hibernation?
Illusions succeed each other because an unspeakeable desire remains untamed. Make it stop to destroy illusions.