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I have never felt closer to Heaven than I felt today on the road with you by @desseydoll

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a month ago

Melodically, this photo carousel mimics the feeling of the gorge and mountains that kissed our mouths with a multitude of “holy shit, is this real…” jaw drops, and I can still taste them around the corners of my lips,

in every viewpoint and corner, every flower that stayed still for every wind gust that passed through its core. Every kiss shared on the boat to Klefitko, every sunset that met us at whatever time we met it. When you have the privilege of witnessing magic in the form of nature in front of you at a scale that feels like nature is the answer to every question we could every possibly ask the universe for,

the question in itself becomes an answer, and suddenly, we will stop questioning and answering, and listen.

We will all just listen.

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The North, Epirus, and the Southern Cyclades in Greece on film, June 2026. 🤍 by @desseydoll

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3 months ago

I knew that the day whichever cousin would get married first, would be the day that we’d all be under the spell of our Family Song in a dance floor of little bodies no more—

but of adults forever holding onto basement memories of Madonna and Michael on repeat, uncle Ang calling us upstairs for his famous breakfast croissants while we were on our last round of Clue. No cheating, no bullshit. Just a bunch of kids making sure that our player papers the size of palms were covered, for good measure. Pat would win us all over Connect Four, and the rest of our activities would make sure we’d be in snow pants or swimsuits, affirming we’d hold onto the sound of summer and winter repeating all over again—until swimsuits suddenly instructed us to get ready for what we’d soon know to be a destination wedding in Greece,

our home, the Agean sea.

Do you think the world would understand the 3:30am call for Amazing? Do you think it would understand the fifteen of us huddling in a circle in rejoice? Would it understand “So now I walk in the midday sun” tattooed in cursive on the back of my leg? I don’t think the world would understand the hysteria of a few us left on the dance floor past 4:00am, moving our bodies to “Emiliana, it’s been so long since you texted me,” hymns of “I bet your mother would be proud of you,” when it’s really just Frank sampled on Virgina Beach. Maybe, it’s not meant for anyone to understand but us. And as the only gay cousin and part of the ones moving her body to it, I choose to understand it. It was us, you know? Fern will hold my hand in unison because they also surrendered to it, and so did the melodies in whichever way they chose to embody us. Because the music, the music is always so sacred when it’s shared, is it not?

My nostalgic foresight to be on a dance floor in adult bodies at your wedding instead of small ones soon left me when I was reminded all too well,

that the music never grows old—we just grow with it.
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Yasmine and Christopher’s Wedding on film, on the Athens Riviera, June 2026. ❤️ by @desseydoll

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3 months ago

I keep on having dreams that gravity’s a raging moon by @desseydoll

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4 months ago

Maybe I’ll float in away in a flower bed with candy in one hand, or stay still for days with my mouth covered in awe with the other. But I do know that whatever I’ve planted in this dream is very much awake, and I get to wish it a kalimera every day. by @desseydoll

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4 months ago

The best part of being queer is the song it reserves for queerness only: The moment we realize it.

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Kalo Mina, sweet world. Happy Pride. by @desseydoll

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4 months ago

Wanting to reinvent yourself cannot live in the same body as resistance towards immigration.

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Long before PEAU’ésie, there were journals filled with poetry and clicks on my keyboard shaping creative essays, fingertips that once suited me through my natural, long, almond shaped red nails. Though they look different, now, the nails—the journals never stay empty, and my writer is at my forefront, forever alive and yearning to write and write and write,

as an act of showing up for myself and for what I’ve always dreamt of me, and PEAU’ésie, to really be and to become.

We continue to long and hope to be taken care of, through and from each other—for each other—in this sacredness of surrender we call self-care.

Beauty has and will always be political, and my high school journals to present and beyond will agree. The thing is, everything is interconnected.

Wanting to reinvent yourself cannot live in the same body as resistance towards immigration, and surely—

there’s no self care in a fascist sea,

for the collective will always ride a wave stronger than the individual. by @desseydoll

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9 months ago

Please believe me, I don’t recall the parking lot
I just remember the song we sang

Oh, 2025. ❤️ by @desseydoll

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9 months ago

In the dark at the moment, you keep falling and you’re stuck in the doorway

Why don’t you open it up? Love was always in your heart

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Kalo Mina, sweet world. by @desseydoll

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9 months ago

I want to move and dance with you forever.

Oh, 2025. 💌 taken in PEAU’ésie by @desseydoll

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10 months ago

PEAU’lidays, 2025. 🤍 Theme: Halley’s Comet at 2:44 onwards. taken in PEAU’ésie by @desseydoll

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a year ago

I love seeing my friends create really beautiful experiences through scent and through object. The sweet permanence and impermanence of a sensory experience always takes me to another place, and that place holds close to presence and memory so synchronously.

Congrats my friend, @greg__gonz. You and @melzbender created something so unique and lovely — no surprise there.

@loreworld 🤍 Thank you for sharing your craft with me. 👽🍊🪐🌟 by @desseydoll

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a year ago