📍ATL
Now everyone’s stretched thin. Tired. Doomscrolling. "At capacity."
This might be the last year.
a quiet little egg wrapped up like this—
Near stories posted behind the glass,
where films come and go and people pass.
Down by the base, on the ground,
not center stage—but still to be found. #bombshellsatl
more metal than shell, more dare than device.
Where wheels hit concrete and lines get drawn,
at the iron column—low, not gone. #bombshellsatl
I’m tapping out on my end, but there are still a few out there waiting to be found. I hope they land in the right hands.
More than anything, I hope y'all make time for a little joy, even when, ESPECIALLY WHEN, everything else is loud.
Good night. ✨✨✨
I’m tapping out on my end, but there are still a few out there waiting to be found. I hope they land in the right hands.
More than anything, I hope y'all make time for a little joy, even when, ESPECIALLY WHEN, everything else is loud.
Good night. ✨✨✨
This is your moment if you want to swoop in late and feel extremely accomplished with minimal competition (no shame, I respect the strategy)
Go get your little victory!!
This is your moment if you want to swoop in late and feel extremely accomplished with minimal competition (no shame, I respect the strategy)
Go get your little victory!!
more metal than shell, more dare than device.
Where wheels hit concrete and lines get drawn,
at the iron column—low, not gone. #bombshellsatl
more metal than shell, more dare than device.
Where wheels hit concrete and lines get drawn,
at the iron column—low, not gone. #bombshellsatl
A rainbow egg hides near the spring
Of books that change the way we see, look where words set people free. #bombshellsatl
A rainbow egg hides near the spring
Of books that change the way we see, look where words set people free. #bombshellsatl
a quiet little egg wrapped up like this—
Near stories posted behind the glass,
where films come and go and people pass.
Down by the base, on the ground,
not center stage—but still to be found. #bombshellsatl
a quiet little egg wrapped up like this—
Near stories posted behind the glass,
where films come and go and people pass.
Down by the base, on the ground,
not center stage—but still to be found. #bombshellsatl
where roots and rhythm first took ground.
IYKYK, go see it through.
Something smooth is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
where roots and rhythm first took ground.
IYKYK, go see it through.
Something smooth is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
and storefront greens and sidewalks meet—
Between the pots and window view,
a tiny bouquet waits for you #bombshellsatl
and storefront greens and sidewalks meet—
Between the pots and window view,
a tiny bouquet waits for you #bombshellsatl
Where whispers travel, soft and alone, seek out the quiet of the wind phone.
Not meant for sky, though wings feel true - this little one is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
with petals that flicker like painted skies—
Find where flowers take over the wall,
and something small is tucked in it all. #bombshellsatl
Where whispers travel, soft and alone, seek out the quiet of the wind phone.
Not meant for sky, though wings feel true - this little one is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
Where whispers travel, soft and alone, seek out the quiet of the wind phone.
Not meant for sky, though wings feel true - this little one is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
#bombshellsatl
with petals that flicker like painted skies—
Find where flowers take over the wall,
and something small is tucked in it all. #bombshellsatl
with petals that flicker like painted skies—
Find where flowers take over the wall,
and something small is tucked in it all. #bombshellsatl
this alebrije hops where the trains all meet.
Color in motion, bold in the air,
not tucked away—it’s right out there.
In plain sight, where riders pass through—
look a bit closer, it’s waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
this alebrije hops where the trains all meet.
Color in motion, bold in the air,
not tucked away—it’s right out there.
In plain sight, where riders pass through—
look a bit closer, it’s waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
and quiet care is clearly shown—
Among the greens, where neighbors tend,
look low, where soil and stories blend.
Tucked nearby, not far from view,
a hidden egg is waiting for you. #bombshellsatl
not on a wall—but undergrown—
Look to the ground, don’t wander far,
something small waits where you are. #bombshellsatl