sierraodessa I got this William H. Johnson "Jitterbugs" print as a gift from the Schomburg Center in Harlem when I first moved to NYC. — So glad to finally have it framed in my loft. | #williamhjohnson 4d

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sierraodessa On the eve of 26. 6d

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sierraodessa Me before you looks a lot like June; all honey & hazy & new. – I used to catch the me before you humming when she thought no one was listening. She was fearless in all the ways that she loved: bruised knuckles, three minute voicemails, hot coffee during sunrise, packed bags.
I'm clawing my way back to her.
2w

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  •   melriah you're definitely the best. 2w

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sierraodessa That night in your room when I put a cold towel over your head because you had a migraine. Told you it was the only thing that used to help me when my brain felt too big for my skull. You fell asleep almost instantly. 3w

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sierraodessa I am too soft, too brave, too stubborn. 3w

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sierraodessa lineage. 3w

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sierraodessa Because, May. 🌞 3w

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sierraodessa What's the word for someone who continues to go back to the rose bush that pricks her? What about a word for the girl who needs the memory of heartache tattooed on her palms to keep her from touching the things that burn? Half of life is lived in moments I was never supposed to have. Everything I do gives something about me away. 3w
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  •   rambo not all love will burn, and your scars will make you ten times more grateful when it doesn't. you have me until then 3w
  •   zenmasterzoe Reminds me of Shadowboxer lyrics "once my flame, twice my burn" 3w
  •   dr.mathis love 3w

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sierraodessa lineage. 4w

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sierraodessa I haven't been sleeping well and when my life gets messy all I want to do is crawl back home. I keep thinking about life before the noise. Before home split into two, then three, then shattered completely. 4w

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sierraodessa I hope someday you fall asleep by yourself and it's because you want to. I hope the honey on your tongue tastes sweet, and that the whiskey burns, and the blisters on the bottoms of your feet remind you to stop walking home barefoot.
Of all the things you learn, I hope loving only the things that are good for you climbs to the top of the list. Like the sky at sunrise, like calling home, and the boy with eyelashes too long for his own good. Wars are waged for much less, but I hope you forgive the love left in the hands of others when you felt like it should've been given to you.
1mon

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sierraodessa 80 degree heat and children are selling ice cold water by the dollar. The air is filled with life. People dance in the streets and one house has it's door wide open and music floats out onto the sidewalk -- an open invitation to come on in and stay for awhile. Something tells me that if I walked up onto that porch i'd be greeted by someone who calls me baby; the good kind that rolls off the tongue the way musical notes do and makes you feel warm way down in your stomach.

I want to bottle this moment. The sky is a watercolor and the day is ending but no one seems to care. If this is the closest I ever get to pure and simple joy, I will consider myself lucky.
1mon
  •   mossoballagustin Love your words! 1mon
  •   bigavellie_ Love this, amazing work 1mon
  •   la__dolcevita_ That's beautiful. 1mon
  •   theestoryof Stunning. I can see you publishing your photography in a book with wonderful writings beneath each capture. Your photos already tell stories but your writings are also spectacular! 1mon

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sierraodessa lineage. 1mon

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sierraodessa Lately you've reminded me of a honeybee.
When you're gone I wonder where you are. When you're here, I'm hoping you won't sting because I know it'll hurt us both. I've been making it a habit to look at people in love, then looking at people who have lost it.
I've found there's something beautiful about a garden that blooms even after a freak April frost and I compare it to how most of the time when someone smiles, they are magic no matter how bruised their heart is. When I was thirteen I refused to wear shoes for the entire summer and I was constantly being stung by bees hiding in the clover in the backyard. If I've learned anything from my swollen feet it was that you had to dig the stinger out. You had to remove the source of the hurt if you ever wanted the pain to subside. I've been digging out a few stingers lately. Even still, I hope you're doing well.
1mon

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