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ITS WHO ACCEPTS US, BUT WHO WE ACCEPT

Jesus: “Whoever receives this little child (anyone who society may see as less than) in My name receives Me; and whoever receives Me receives Him who sent Me. For he who is least among you all will be great.”
Luke 9:48 New King James Version

More inside looks before the official launch of Heavy II this weekend in Sydney.

“Walking around one night, I saw a park by the bus station that I’d never seen before. There were so many people, sleeping on any possible surface, eating, singing, talking in small circles, praying. Children’s clothes were hanging to dry on tree branches. I talked to one young guy from Syria who was trying to get to Germany with his wife. They looked about nineteen. I asked if I could photograph them. They said no but gestured towards their baby in what looked like a doll in a suitcase. They took their baby out of the makeshift crib and put it on the ground. The baby had traveled so far and already lived through so much; it would come of age in a world that none of us can really foresee.”

Mountain Black Heart — Ashley McNelis in conversation with Irina Rozovsky from Heavy Volume II.

Heavy II launches this Saturday, 10th of December, 6pm – 9pm at the ACP Pop-Up Gallery, 118 Oxford Street, Darlinghurst NSW 2010. For more information visit our events page here

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Lane wore her new Hercules dress to the Magic Kingdom on Saturday. Mommy made it out of a pair of valances she found at a thrift store for $2. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.