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Devin Williams

@devin_not_devon

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i snapped this pic and listened to this tune by @devin_not_devon

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5 days ago

“the grass has never looked this green” - @allegrathoresen by @devin_not_devon

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6 days ago

The monarchs in September. They remind me there’s magic, like leaves caught between skyscrapers. Their journeys are cyclical, falling into the category of time, shaving, and birthdays.

This blazer is a gift from a friend. She is a poet and artist and in the 80’s it was designed for her. She sent me pictures of when she was my age. We’re twins. Time impossibly tugging us together over decades. She snapped one last OOTD with the jacket before passing it on to me. I tore off my Deux sweatshirt and tenderly snapped the 40 year old garment in place. Fits like a glove. I’m walking the streets of manhattan thinking about how it’s seen these avenues longer than I’ve been alive. What is time and monarchs and seasons? What is the wind and love? Arm in arm, looking both ways before crossing the street, we migrated towards each other, drawn to each other over space and dimensions.

Why do the monarchs do it? Because that’s the point. by @devin_not_devon

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14 days ago

a nor’easter can’t bring a girl down
(but it can crush an umbrella on the way home) by @devin_not_devon

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21 days ago

(theres more in my substack)
This post is for me. To remind me something snapped and broke into place. It didn’t kill me. It released the jaw, tripped the live wire, detonated the whole kit and caboodle. Love made room. It was just shimmering for a while but then it took shape, flowing to the tips of my fingers, alighting the pinpricks of my lashes.

Some things I’ve learned:
Love songs can still be sad.
The purpose of pain can just be pain.
Blame is used as an escape hatch.

It’s not about being chosen or being used - I have a say in the matter. I can go where it’s warm. When I’m baking under a heat lamp and my friends buy me bouquets and there’s a sunflower stretching its face to the sky on every street corner, life expands. Turns the universe on its head. Opens a portal. What does “being wanted” have on “devotion to living?”

When my house is in order, desire isn’t all-consuming. It’s a delicacy. Cherry on top.

Approaching this year mark, I rounded a corner and faced the shadowy scaries. My biggest question was: “will I ever love again?” What a silly thing to think. A lovergirl, reformed.

Get a grip. Love never happens the same way twice. But I believe it keeps happening.

And until I get hit with the Big One, morsels abound. I miss you’s at 2 am, long walks, joints out the window, a kiss under the disco ball, opening the pit, steak fries, extra sprinkles, a handwritten note passed between courses of sashimi. They’re a breeze caressing my lips, a reminder of hopeful possibilities.

I like writing love poems on lottery tickets.

This one could be a winner. by @devin_not_devon

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25 days ago

it doesn’t need to be the real thing to matter by @devin_not_devon

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a month ago

the thing is, the more i post what i want, the messier it gets and the less you see. im even using instagram filters circa 2013 by @devin_not_devon

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a month ago

i will tell you you’re my hero
abundantly
fervently
so you’ll never forget by @devin_not_devon

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2 months ago

three cheers for making it out alive and learning to live and burn ever brighter by @devin_not_devon

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2 months ago

a triptych collected on a monday afternoon by @devin_not_devon

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2 months ago

july in review by @devin_not_devon

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3 months ago

big week by @devin_not_devon

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3 months ago