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a young rooster looks at the camera with his beak halfway open. he is being held up by two hands above a backyard of clover. he is a  rhode island red rooster, with mostly white feathers centered in his chest by red feathers

RED

Vanessa Hoo

i wanna be blue but all i see is red

RED

Vanessa Hoo

i wanna be blue but all i see is red

I think I love myself again

I think I love myself again

Vanessa Hoo

Return to yourself

I think I love myself again

Vanessa Hoo

Return to yourself

a living manifesto

a living manifesto

Vanessa Hoo

remain curious rather than judge, and stay open to seeing the connections for yourself. 

a living manifesto

Vanessa Hoo

remain curious rather than judge, and stay open to seeing the connections for yourself. 

may we grow

may we grow

Vanessa Hoo

may we let the light in and grow

may we grow

Vanessa Hoo

may we let the light in and grow

How do you make room for your own trauma when the world is going through it?

How do you make room for your own trauma when t...

Vanessa Hoo

Taking ownership, autonomy of our experience is often the hardest thing to do, but it is a catalyst to existing in an entirely new realm. 

How do you make room for your own trauma when t...

Vanessa Hoo

Taking ownership, autonomy of our experience is often the hardest thing to do, but it is a catalyst to existing in an entirely new realm. 

your magick is in the stars

your magick is in the stars

Vanessa Hoo

you create magick it skips its song on beat we can never own it just as the stars are out of reach but we can see its sparkle and that's enough...

your magick is in the stars

Vanessa Hoo

you create magick it skips its song on beat we can never own it just as the stars are out of reach but we can see its sparkle and that's enough...