I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
I made 4 films this year that aren’t yet in your hands. I can’t wait till they are. These are some film captures from my brother @mccabeslye in #starpeople which is in its final stages of editing, including an original song from an amalgamation of my character claire, and the kat you know and love. *waiting for my lays sponsorship* #bts #silverscreen #star #🌟 Drop a ⭐️ if you will be tuning into the journey of releases!!!
“When your script came across my desk..” ^ the desk. My friend told me my brand is glamour, but blood, and I’ve never felt more seen. New music is cooking so hold onto these pre kat cunning ep days of your life.
“When your script came across my desk..” ^ the desk. My friend told me my brand is glamour, but blood, and I’ve never felt more seen. New music is cooking so hold onto these pre kat cunning ep days of your life.
“When your script came across my desk..” ^ the desk. My friend told me my brand is glamour, but blood, and I’ve never felt more seen. New music is cooking so hold onto these pre kat cunning ep days of your life.
“When your script came across my desk..” ^ the desk. My friend told me my brand is glamour, but blood, and I’ve never felt more seen. New music is cooking so hold onto these pre kat cunning ep days of your life.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
Today is my actual birthday, and the 7th day since Trumps re-election My coping has been a cabaret I went and sang Gloomy Sunday in response to a last minute invite to do so from a charming rockstar who played my bio-dad In a movie It was a room full of stars And a couple hopefuls scatting And while this was not how we could have imagined the first day of a trump presidency to go We were surprised by how much joy it brought us to be in a room where people show their hearts And their asses Not addressing the addresses but Singing tunes you know came out of pains like this Released subversively through magical worlds Like somewhere over the rainbow And don’t rain on my parade Since then I’ve been making art of my face and wearing my grandfathers watch as a choker inviting friends from all corners very last minute To come and See Bodies Joyfully moving As if they aren’t threatened Because they will not Obey in advance Or hand over their autonomy Fearfully I brought a bouquet of roses and gave them out at random to people in the club. It’s a tradition of mine when roses are given to me because I don’t need to watch 20 roses die But to hold one makes anybody feel alive And as was my bday wish I woke up the next day and decided to host the people who could come and play Mafia. It was somehow cathartic To dance with the idea of bias and Trial And popular opinion Right or wrong Knowing that the game ends And the villains are just players Dipping their pizza in ranch And saying hello for the first time As themselves The guy who delivered the alcohol for the party came with his wife and they shivered while waiting for an ID. We asked how their night was going And that tiny gesture prompted them to offer us two bouquets of roses As a gift Sometimes it feels like you lose everything in the blink of an eye And sometimes You get what you give Two dozen Times over. 11:11. Make a wish.
