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I wanna give a HUMONGOUS shout out to @danimal-crosssing / @je-suis-dani for buying this amazing Sailor Moon inspired purse from my wishlist 😍 I have seen these purses for months now, all over the internet, & I’m so excited to finally have one of my own!
Thank you so much once again, I love it, & you’re an absolute GODDESS for this. 😭💝

Josef Adamu’s aesthetic is distinctively modern, defined by bold hues, sharp lines, and careful, conscious compositions. His portfolio is like a cross between a personal diary and a fashion editorial, with impeccable lighting and a wide variety of influences, ranging from digital artwork to classic modernist architecture. He chose the Squarespace jasper template as it allows you to scroll up and down while viewing a story and displays his projects in grid form.

Guys! I went shopping in the big outdoor mall here in Jeonju, South Korea. I heard all the standard girl songs playing, three places played BTS, and one played Big Bang. But guys! I heard B.I.G’s 1, 2, 3 AND Cross Gene’s Black or White playing. I was so happy I did happy dances in the street. It’s so unusual for those places to play anything but BB, BTS, EXO, and Twice now adays. So, yey for some of my favs getting air time!

My biggest dilemma in Cuba was that I am a reserved person and Habana, given its communism and new reliance on tourism, is not a particularly shy or private city. In New York, at least bashfulness can initially pass as haughtiness. But in Habana, as in Lincolnton, it passes as discontent or maliciousness. It sounds awful, but it was a task to greet every person I crossed with a toothy smile and a salutation, particularly when one knows how it’s going to end. 

In transit that final afternoon, I overheard a white American tourist favorably speak to a male friend about an absent, faceless Cuban woman. She was so ‘friendly’ in turning down his sexual advances; she still wanted to dance with him regardless. He wished, he said, ‘our women’ could take a page from that book. While that sentiment welds well with my own ethos surrounding lust + its articulation + the consequences thereof, the island I was on wasn’t Lesbos. And sexuality notwithstanding, it was hard to not see my father in appreciative gazes and inquiries, and my mother in my own receptiveness.

I exhausted myself of people––younger men, mostly––by my fifth day and began taking to my bed with a book, enjoying the semi-porous membrane of the room, the people disallowed, their reggaeton and laughter and singing and opening of beer cans permitted. 

There were times––even during those five hour-long, one-on-one classes at my own kitchen table––where my Spanish would collapse in on itself––not because I was struggling with the concepts at hand, but because I just didn’t want to speak anymore, in any language. I wished for paperwork!  

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.

Well, that’s a prank gone right.

Explanation: A few months back someone asked @underversesans whether Cross liked eating chocolate with ketchup. The answer was ‘no’; something along the lines of ‘it’s too disgusting even for Cross’. So I immediately did the most reasonable thing ever: got some chocolate and ketchup and tried that mix — and, guess what? It tastes awesome!

Cross Sans and Underverse belong to @jakei95

Ink belongs to @comyet (though the looks and behavior in this comic are based on the Underverse version)