ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🗽.ㅤ(212/718)ㅤNEW YORK AT NIGHT.
‘A Silence No One Can Afford’.
ㅤ #NYC. 7/4, 1776! City lights that never fail to mesmerize, can’t take the eyes away from a taxi. Dreams and reality collide into one; A life of constant hustle built on ambition & champagne at a rooftop bar. 🐆©
ㅤTHE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS:
ㅤBEAUTIFUL YET HARSH,
ㅤREBEL-SOULFUL.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤClose your eyes, you’ll regret
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpassing by the things so
loud. 🎙🎶
ㅤㅤㅤㅤReleasing silence, embracing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤall that’s filled with whispers
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof an unspoken life of ‘LOVE’
ㅤㅤㅤㅤchoosing to savor.
ㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ🗽.ㅤ(212/718)ㅤNEW YORK AT NIGHT.
‘A Silence No One Can Afford’.
ㅤ #NYC. 7/4, 1776! City lights that never fail to mesmerize, can’t take the eyes away from a taxi. Dreams and reality collide into one; A life of constant hustle built on ambition & champagne at a rooftop bar. 🐆©
ㅤTHE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS:
ㅤBEAUTIFUL YET HARSH,
ㅤREBEL-SOULFUL.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤClose your eyes, you’ll regret
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpassing by the things so
loud. 🎙🎶
ㅤㅤㅤㅤReleasing silence, embracing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤall that’s filled with whispers
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof an unspoken life of ‘LOVE’
ㅤㅤㅤㅤchoosing to savor.
ㅤ
ㅤ
Forwarded from Z's bin via @DeezerMusicBot
Friendly Pressure (Into The Sunshine Mix)
Jhelisa
─── 𝟬𝟬.𝟬𝟬 ───
not merely a strut, but a silent storm—
where every gaze is a verdict,
and each step becomes a statement unspoken.
─── 𝟬𝟭.𝟬𝟬 ───
beneath the chandelier of flashing lights,
she walks not for beauty alone,
but for the thousand hours woven
in silence, sacrifice, and sleepless nights.
the runway becomes her courtroom,
her stride, the final plea.
[ Chapter; Fashion center. ] II
ⓘ. i am not merely a face, nor a frame
ⓘ. but a witness to discipline stitched in silence
ⓘ. and a soul that has paid—yet still owes more
not merely a strut, but a silent storm—
where every gaze is a verdict,
and each step becomes a statement unspoken.
─── 𝟬𝟭.𝟬𝟬 ───
beneath the chandelier of flashing lights,
she walks not for beauty alone,
but for the thousand hours woven
in silence, sacrifice, and sleepless nights.
the runway becomes her courtroom,
her stride, the final plea.
[ Chapter; Fashion center. ] II
ⓘ. i am not merely a face, nor a frame
ⓘ. but a witness to discipline stitched in silence
ⓘ. and a soul that has paid—yet still owes more
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— late walks, bright lights, and quiet confidence. just another day blending into the rhythm of the city 🧾✶new-york-girl perfume ˚ /.🛩 moving fast—everything feels sharp, cool, and perfectly undone in the middle of it all. 🍸