dopedotti

Top o’ the morrrrnin’ to ya’!! I’ll have tree pints o’beerrr and we bit o’ sodi bread n dat should do thee trick👌🏻☘️🇮🇪💋

Happy St. Patty’s dayyyyy!!!

Featured hat: Emerald Courtly Chapeaux by 🙌🏻

Open road. Wind in hair. Driving around like I just don’t care.

*sigh*

We’re sooooo close to consistent warmth ‘n sunshineeeee😩💃🏻

Get outside!!!!!!

Exploration. Inspiration. It takes a village for human behavior recalibration. 🍻

Life. This song. Year of the FIRE horse bi***es. Let’s rideeeeee💪🏼

Art is dope.

I’ve been lucky enough to have a local tattoo shop that opened its doors to welcome in fellow artists and community. Throughout the winter, once a month, I made sure to have my schedule free to go hang at and doodle my lil heart away. The people I’ve gotten to meet, talk to and simply observe has been an impact I wasn’t expecting by any means. Biggest of thanks to for doing this and building community🙌🏻

Cheers to for the dopest and my very first original flash sheet!! And cheers to for the radest art piece featuring badass pinups and one my own icons that I scored at the art show. For now they’re in my shop, up-ping the vibes for my own adventures.

Cheers y’all 🍻

PS - there’s two art night left!

Happy love day yall🫶🏻

And cheers to the best heart ‘n soul rehab job ever - the glory days of flower delivery gal💪🏼 life is indeed a box of chocolates😎

❤️

“Ego To The Death”

To think he thought he knew her at all,
When he couldn’t see the goal through ego filled walls.

He could have been him, while she was she,
Together they’d build something powerful, to set them both free.

But he chose the road more traveled, same patterns, same strife.
He avoided and chose what he’s known all of his life.

“She’s killing her ego again!” they shout from the hill,
She got her checkmate, “hurry turn on the free will!”

“What will she choose this time?!” they all gasped in awe.
Man we knew she was good… she’s in her own league after all.

She’s choosing herself and she’s going all in.
Better start placing those bets before it’s too high to buy in…

A life made of travel, to remind her no one holds a secret key,
A life made of beauty, she’s the beholder don’t ya see,
A life with real food, made with love and aimed to please
A life with truthful eyes, that show substance and soul beneath

She will someday look back and see all her past lives,
Thanking the stars she let each one go and chose her own dope vibes.
A life that’s aware of both evil and good,
Knowing they are rarely if ever fully, understood.

The subconscious frame of mind, adhere to patterns that align.
To hold true what was built, in the frail childhood paradigm.
Stepping into the conscious, is to let your ego go.
To become aware of so much, and still how little you know.

A shift from the pattern one step at a time,
A shift to a more conscious path, one chosen, not blind.

He thought he could tame her, she thought they could both run free.
It’s a tale she knew well, knowing he’d never see.

The only way is through, a door forward in her mind.
It’s time to shift out of this pattern, align to her new paradigm.

Cheers to the ever lovely for ordering andddd fulfilling my read needs🤓 Oh and for fulfilling my needs👌🏻

Shout out to for giving me a lil taste of Chicago Pool while I’m out of the scene. Any APA peeps should check it out - 🎱💪🏼