Vibrant Souℒ.

if looks could kill, this one would be a crime scene.

starboy loading... Louis & hyungs edition.

black on black, no apologies.

wait… i’m late for school?

i overslept. alarm went off, didn’t even hear it. we were still on facetime, and you were still there, half-asleep, telling me to hang up first. guess staying up with you was worth being late anyway.

somewhere between Martha’s Vineyard fog and your pixelated smile, these roses decided they were finally going home to you.

can’t a teen drink and have fun?

untouched by rules, unbothered by clocks. a prince in borrowed hours, sipping drink that tastes like forevers I’ve already claimed. tonight the city is my mirror and i look devastating in it.

late night lanes, me and my bro turning the bowling alley into our own private runway. camo dripping, bombers popping, peace signs up like we already won.

swallowed by beige decay, lace clinging to ghosts.

nothing hits like seeing a whole lineup of 𝗰𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 on the sidewalk going ‘taksi mas… mas… MAS!’ to every passing silver Avanza.

after all that waiting, we finally touched down on the moon and the view? unmatched.

nyari duit sampe kotor-kotoran. #curhat

us core.

it’s a never-ending beef with my bro.

crazy part is... we can literally lift the moon when we're united.

drip heavy with the late-night lore.

it's a still from the moment before the drop hits, lore leaks, anyone outside this circle gets a clue.

catch me in 35mm grain & bad decisions, still lookin' cinematic.