two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
two hearts for the lucky girl. we sold out first weekend. get your tickets now for the last 3 shows, they’re going quick. im so lucky im so lucky im so lucky. our heart(s) beat for these people and these words and this story
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for @marieclairemag in @commissionofficial 💌 @cryoungin @blakeerik @jelly.makes @stephanievkazanjian @marlafarrell
for @marieclairemag in @commissionofficial 💌 @cryoungin @blakeerik @jelly.makes @stephanievkazanjian @marlafarrell
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on 1.11 my mama turned 50. a few months ago, we were on the phone and talking about life and purpose and art. I was reading her something from my journal about my growing pains. she told me how happy she was that I had writing to put all my thoughts to paper. she said she’s never had an inclination to write or make art. that her purpose was not to create new things but to support other people in their endeavors to. she said that being a mother was not how she saw her life going but spoke to how she was saved by being one. my mama is the most selfless person I know. she’s a provider and a system challenger and a fierce talker. she isn’t sentimental but highly spiritual. she put prayer beads in my hands as a kid and taught me how to chant and listen and follow my intuition. she’s the eldest daughter in her family, as am I. I love being an eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. when we fight, it’s hell, but it happens rarely now that we’ve learned to love listening to each other. she’s a caretaker and an analyzer and a buddhist and a pool shark and a fantastic cook. she doesn’t really watch movies or listen to new music but when i was 5, she put me in ballet and drove me to orchestra practice every week and played mahler and brahms on CDs in the car. when my family moved to utah, she left behind her home, her family, her language and the ocean in indonesia. when I first tried to start acting at 14, she poured over how to get me into the union and read hundreds of self tapes with me. if I got a callback, we’d pack up the car with food for a few days and she would drive me to los angeles where we’d stay in random airbnb rooms. she instilled independence in me and encouraged me to chase a feeling and move to new york at 17. she supports me every step I take and I feel it even when we don’t talk. though I resisted it when I was younger, now I see her in me everyday (even more-so after I cut my hair short for the first time this year:) my mama is 50! I love you I love you I love you 111 some of these photos my dad took and some i took with the first camera he gave me when i was 7.
on 1.11 my mama turned 50. a few months ago, we were on the phone and talking about life and purpose and art. I was reading her something from my journal about my growing pains. she told me how happy she was that I had writing to put all my thoughts to paper. she said she’s never had an inclination to write or make art. that her purpose was not to create new things but to support other people in their endeavors to. she said that being a mother was not how she saw her life going but spoke to how she was saved by being one. my mama is the most selfless person I know. she’s a provider and a system challenger and a fierce talker. she isn’t sentimental but highly spiritual. she put prayer beads in my hands as a kid and taught me how to chant and listen and follow my intuition. she’s the eldest daughter in her family, as am I. I love being an eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. when we fight, it’s hell, but it happens rarely now that we’ve learned to love listening to each other. she’s a caretaker and an analyzer and a buddhist and a pool shark and a fantastic cook. she doesn’t really watch movies or listen to new music but when i was 5, she put me in ballet and drove me to orchestra practice every week and played mahler and brahms on CDs in the car. when my family moved to utah, she left behind her home, her family, her language and the ocean in indonesia. when I first tried to start acting at 14, she poured over how to get me into the union and read hundreds of self tapes with me. if I got a callback, we’d pack up the car with food for a few days and she would drive me to los angeles where we’d stay in random airbnb rooms. she instilled independence in me and encouraged me to chase a feeling and move to new york at 17. she supports me every step I take and I feel it even when we don’t talk. though I resisted it when I was younger, now I see her in me everyday (even more-so after I cut my hair short for the first time this year:) my mama is 50! I love you I love you I love you 111 some of these photos my dad took and some i took with the first camera he gave me when i was 7.
on 1.11 my mama turned 50. a few months ago, we were on the phone and talking about life and purpose and art. I was reading her something from my journal about my growing pains. she told me how happy she was that I had writing to put all my thoughts to paper. she said she’s never had an inclination to write or make art. that her purpose was not to create new things but to support other people in their endeavors to. she said that being a mother was not how she saw her life going but spoke to how she was saved by being one. my mama is the most selfless person I know. she’s a provider and a system challenger and a fierce talker. she isn’t sentimental but highly spiritual. she put prayer beads in my hands as a kid and taught me how to chant and listen and follow my intuition. she’s the eldest daughter in her family, as am I. I love being an eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. when we fight, it’s hell, but it happens rarely now that we’ve learned to love listening to each other. she’s a caretaker and an analyzer and a buddhist and a pool shark and a fantastic cook. she doesn’t really watch movies or listen to new music but when i was 5, she put me in ballet and drove me to orchestra practice every week and played mahler and brahms on CDs in the car. when my family moved to utah, she left behind her home, her family, her language and the ocean in indonesia. when I first tried to start acting at 14, she poured over how to get me into the union and read hundreds of self tapes with me. if I got a callback, we’d pack up the car with food for a few days and she would drive me to los angeles where we’d stay in random airbnb rooms. she instilled independence in me and encouraged me to chase a feeling and move to new york at 17. she supports me every step I take and I feel it even when we don’t talk. though I resisted it when I was younger, now I see her in me everyday (even more-so after I cut my hair short for the first time this year:) my mama is 50! I love you I love you I love you 111 some of these photos my dad took and some i took with the first camera he gave me when i was 7.
on 1.11 my mama turned 50. a few months ago, we were on the phone and talking about life and purpose and art. I was reading her something from my journal about my growing pains. she told me how happy she was that I had writing to put all my thoughts to paper. she said she’s never had an inclination to write or make art. that her purpose was not to create new things but to support other people in their endeavors to. she said that being a mother was not how she saw her life going but spoke to how she was saved by being one. my mama is the most selfless person I know. she’s a provider and a system challenger and a fierce talker. she isn’t sentimental but highly spiritual. she put prayer beads in my hands as a kid and taught me how to chant and listen and follow my intuition. she’s the eldest daughter in her family, as am I. I love being an eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. when we fight, it’s hell, but it happens rarely now that we’ve learned to love listening to each other. she’s a caretaker and an analyzer and a buddhist and a pool shark and a fantastic cook. she doesn’t really watch movies or listen to new music but when i was 5, she put me in ballet and drove me to orchestra practice every week and played mahler and brahms on CDs in the car. when my family moved to utah, she left behind her home, her family, her language and the ocean in indonesia. when I first tried to start acting at 14, she poured over how to get me into the union and read hundreds of self tapes with me. if I got a callback, we’d pack up the car with food for a few days and she would drive me to los angeles where we’d stay in random airbnb rooms. she instilled independence in me and encouraged me to chase a feeling and move to new york at 17. she supports me every step I take and I feel it even when we don’t talk. though I resisted it when I was younger, now I see her in me everyday (even more-so after I cut my hair short for the first time this year:) my mama is 50! I love you I love you I love you 111 some of these photos my dad took and some i took with the first camera he gave me when i was 7.
on 1.11 my mama turned 50. a few months ago, we were on the phone and talking about life and purpose and art. I was reading her something from my journal about my growing pains. she told me how happy she was that I had writing to put all my thoughts to paper. she said she’s never had an inclination to write or make art. that her purpose was not to create new things but to support other people in their endeavors to. she said that being a mother was not how she saw her life going but spoke to how she was saved by being one. my mama is the most selfless person I know. she’s a provider and a system challenger and a fierce talker. she isn’t sentimental but highly spiritual. she put prayer beads in my hands as a kid and taught me how to chant and listen and follow my intuition. she’s the eldest daughter in her family, as am I. I love being an eldest daughter to an eldest daughter. when we fight, it’s hell, but it happens rarely now that we’ve learned to love listening to each other. she’s a caretaker and an analyzer and a buddhist and a pool shark and a fantastic cook. she doesn’t really watch movies or listen to new music but when i was 5, she put me in ballet and drove me to orchestra practice every week and played mahler and brahms on CDs in the car. when my family moved to utah, she left behind her home, her family, her language and the ocean in indonesia. when I first tried to start acting at 14, she poured over how to get me into the union and read hundreds of self tapes with me. if I got a callback, we’d pack up the car with food for a few days and she would drive me to los angeles where we’d stay in random airbnb rooms. she instilled independence in me and encouraged me to chase a feeling and move to new york at 17. she supports me every step I take and I feel it even when we don’t talk. though I resisted it when I was younger, now I see her in me everyday (even more-so after I cut my hair short for the first time this year:) my mama is 50! I love you I love you I love you 111 some of these photos my dad took and some i took with the first camera he gave me when i was 7.
