there's people you see all the time in your feeds—you don't even follow them, yet there's stretches of time where they won't quit popping up on that fucked up algorithm we're spoon-fed. your friends' friend, your friends' collaborator on project, your friends' close friends situationship story, your friends' friend's friend. I can't even tell if I'm spelling 'friend' right anymore.
maryze I knew from syd. maybe we partied together (separately), it wouldn't surprise me to see old photos and finding our faces in the same frame worlds apart. despite the potential vague history between us, we finally formally met on 1/27/2026 (just a couple days after I turned 28).
you know, as I was going through maryze's discography to give some little skims and figure out which song I'd wanna use for the instagram post (which I still don't know if I'm gonna use a song by someone else entirely) I just remembered that my actual first exposure to maryze was when skyler cocco made a cover of gwen stefani's "cool" with them in 2024. skyler being another artist I did an @home with (now archived). I remember all those sapphic ass little short form videos promoting the single.
I think I'm gonna use "versed" but no promises because I tend to skew towards what I've been listening to lately and the new femcels album got me so fucking hooked. like, yes, I do have to throw away my shoes. yes, he does need me.
by the way, this cat is lumi. there's more cats, equally as precious—my deepest regret is not taking more cat photos... as always.
where are we? in life, in being.
did maryze know they'd film a music video in the hills surrounded by baddies?
did I ever think I'd be taking photos at a halloween party that alfie allen would be at and we'd chat about the significant absence of shrooms at said party?
no!
no!
but by god, we fucking make that shit happen don't we?
I look up to everyone I know (mostly). I admire the journeys they've made. the work they continue to grind out. the way they don't lose themselves as they navigate this world of self-expression. it's damn hard, but people like us don't want anything else. this is it for us.
do you guys read this btw?
I love blogging so I don't really care.
c me at the parties, lmk <3
