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Join us for the next chapter of NEON LIGHTS premiering Wednesday

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IMANI INVITES YOU TO READ HER DIARY By: Vanessa Lawton JAN. 2026

It’s been a year since Imani St. Cirie, the sultry and enigmatic singer-songwriter, made headlines for her surprise EP release, Diary. In the following months, she became an awards show darling. Winning Billboard, AMAs, and even a BRIT Award. It all culminated in a Grammy win in Best R&B Song for the top ten Billboard hit, Kitchen. But since then? Nothing. We sit down with the superstar to find out exactly what's on the horizen.

Exuding a quiet confidence, Imani sits opposite me in the PAPER magazine headquarters. It's a simple interview, one that shouldn't take more than an hour or so but she makes herself comfortable. Imani, dressed in a HOESMAD cropped tee, baggy cargo jeans, and black and white pair of Bathing Apes, there’s a softness to her demeanor that suggests it's been a long year for the superstar. "It's been a year of unexpected successes. I really didn't expect for Diary to be that successful, but I'm grateful. I think it did what it needed to do."

From the heartbreak that inspired her latest EP to the unexpected that has helped her heal, she’s unflinchingly honest. "Love is tough. It's complicated. I don't think it's meant to be easy, but whatever is real, you'll fight for it. No matter what."

This is a different Imani—one who’s no longer defined by her past but empowered by it. And as she prepares to step back into the spotlight, it’s clear that she’s not just reclaiming her voice—she’s rewriting her story.

VL: Diary was a huge success last year. How did it feel to see it resonate so deeply with your fans? Imani: “It’s so crazy because I just released that EP to let all these emotions I felt out. I never thought that so many people would like it. Like damn, y’all really fuck with me.”

VL: Your lyrics often feel deeply personal. Do you find it difficult to share so much of yourself through your music?

Imani: “No. Music is a release for me. I use my songwriting as a way to get everything out. The hardest part for me is releasing it to the world because like you said it is deeply personal.”

VL: What’s been the most rewarding moment in your career over the past year?

Imani: “When I won a Grammy for ‘Kitchen,’ like wow. I’m still in shock about that.”

VL: Fans have speculated about the themes of Diary. Was it inspired by personal experiences?

Imani: “Yes, but all my art is. Where else am I supposed to draw inspiration from?”

VL: You and James Lucas have a shared history in music. Do you think you’ll ever collaborate?

Imani: “I don’t know…that’s a question he should probably answer.”

VL: What’s next for you musically? Can fans expect a full album soon?

Imani: “I wouldn’t say soon! I’ve been so busy with videos and promo for Diary that I haven’t gotten a chance to go to the studio but I’m always writing and I want to release something next year.”

VL: You’ve been linked to several high-profile individuals this year. How do you handle the constant media scrutiny of your personal life?

Imani: “I try to ignore it because the media tends to think they know everything about Imani but I promise you they don’t know even know a quarter of me. So I try not to let it bother me.”

VL: You’ve been very private about your relationships lately. Is that intentional?

Imani: “Yes, because it’s no one’s business but my own. After my relationship with my ex, I think I’m owed some privacy.”

VL: What’s been the biggest lesson you’ve learned about yourself in the past year?

Imani: “That it’s okay to sit in your sorrow sometimes. No matter how much you try, you can’t run from it. You can’t hide from it. So it’s okay to sit and wallow for a little bit.”

VL: You’ve spoken before about the importance of self-care. What does that look like for you now?

Imani: “Right now? It looks like a day off with sleeping in, a bubble bath with a seaweed face mask, some pasta and a marathon of Sex and the City. I know that ain’t y’all ideal self-care but it’s mine.”

VL: What role has your family or close friends played in supporting you this year?

Imani: “My aunt has been the most vital part to Diary’s rollout. I told her what I wanted to do and what publications I wanted to. She handled it all for me.”

VL: Are there any misconceptions about you that you’d like to clear up?

Imani: “Nah, take what you heard about me and double that shit!”

VL: What’s one thing fans would be surprised to learn about you?

Imani: “That I’m really a happy person. They always coming up to me, asking me if I’m okay because they heard such-and-such song and are concerned but guys, I promise y’all I’m fine.”

VL: How do you handle creative blocks or moments of doubt in your career?

Imani: “I try to write through it. Like even if the lyric is trash as fuck, I write it out just so I can get it out of my head.”

VL: If you could give advice to your younger self, what would it be?

Imani: “Everything will be okay. I know things are looking bleak right now but you will be fine! Crashing out all the time ain’t worth it, girl.”

The late afternoon sun was starting to set but a few rays spilled through the wide windows of Jameson’s New York brownstone, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors. He sat at his kitchen table, the picture of comfort. T-shirt, jogging pants, no socks. The room was quiet, except for the occasional hum of the city outside. A glass of water sat untouched on the table beside him. His phone lay in his hand, the screen glowing with the headline of an article he hadn’t been prepared to see.

Imani Invites You to Read Her Diary

He stared at the cover for a long moment, his thumb hovering over the link. She looked gorgeous, the picture of perfection. Her eyes carried a calm he hadn’t seen in them before. Maybe he was imagining it but she looked...like she was thriving without him. He felt his chest tighten. It had been a full, agonizing year since he’d seen her. Since she’d walked out of his life. And now, here she was, staring back at him from his screen like a ghost that refused to stay buried.

He finally tapped the link, the words unfolding before him like a slow unraveling of a wound he thought had begun to heal.

"After my relationship with my ex, I think I'm owed some privacy." she’d said. He read those words over and over, the simplicity of them cutting deeper than he expected but she was right. They were high profile in the best ways but also in some of the worst ways. She deserved to keep her cards close to her chest. It didn't stop the blogs from talking about her...and Amir. And Vivienne. He'd seen photographic proof that she had moved on. It seemed that space had finally evolved to over for her.

His eyes scanned the article, taking in her reflections on the past year. She spoke of growth, of self-care, of understanding herself. There was a brief mention of him but she didn't dwell. Part of him was proud of her.

Jameson leaned back against the chair and waited for deep mournful pain to hit him. It always did when he imagined the rest of his life without her...but remarkably, it didn't come. He felt hurt when she had moved on. He drank and closed himself off, eventually began therapy when his grief had taken a worrying turn, and even moved across the country to get away from his feelings for her. After a year of pouring his emotions into his music and six months into some semblance of a relationship with Camille -- Jameson had finally stopped grieving.

He still loved her, that much was clear. But he had finally accepted that their lives wouldn't merge again. He could read the article about her, feel the pain, and then...simply trust in the knowledge that she was happy.

His doorbell rang and the sound startled him, pulling him from his thoughts. He set the phone down, the screen dimming as he stood. For a brief moment, he considered not answering, but the ringing came again.

He hadn't been expecting anyone. Still, he got up and tried to leave thoughts of Imani in his kitchen -- and was met by the image of a pretty brunette on his front stoop.

Camille Lefevre.

Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a topknot, her usual style when she wasn't strutting down runways or covering magazines. If you passed her on the street, her beauty would be obvious and you'd immediately know she was a supermodel.

They met at an afterparty, amid his emotional spiraling. Imani was on her second new relationship in six months. He watched with envy, a sick gnawing in his gut. He hadn’t been able to escape updates. It ate him up to see her move on when he seemed stuck in a rut. His mother had been so concerned that she damn near moved into his home until he moved to New York. To stop her from coming with him, he promised to start therapy. He started going out more -- though he didn't enjoy it.

Camille had seen through his disgruntled demeanor. She made him laugh at a time when people didn’t even get to see him smile. She was bold, kind, driven. She wanted him and she was going to have him. Casual sex, late-night conversations, and dinner dates followed over the next few months when either of them had the time. They didn’t give it a name but it was something.

Jameson opened the door to find her holding a bag of takeout and wearing that bright, effortless smile he’d grown to appreciate. She was a steady presence in his life, a warm light that had helped guide him through some of his darkest moments. But right now, standing in front of her, he felt the weight of the article still pressing on his chest.

"Hey," she said, stepping inside and leaning up to kiss his cheek. "I figured you probably forgot to eat, so I brought reinforcements."

Jameson forced a smile. "That's cute. She came to feed me."

"Well, someone has to." She tossed over her shoulder before heading into the kitchen. She set the bag on the counter and began unpacking containers, chattering away about the upcoming party for his album, excitement evident in her voice. Jameson tried to focus, nodding and murmuring responses where appropriate, but his mind kept drifting back to Imani’s words.

Camille turned to him, her brows furrowing slightly. "You okay? You seem...distracted."

Jameson hesitated, the truth caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. His first instinct was to lie to her but he heard his therapist clear in his mind. 'Is this lie protecting you, or is it holding you back?' He sighed and told her the truth. "I read an article today. About Imani."

He looked at her then, really looked at her. She was kind, patient, and always there when he needed her. She deserved his honesty, but he wasn’t sure how to give it to her without hurting her.

Camille’s expression softened, though a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes. "Oh."

She knew about him and Imani. Who didn't. When they first began, he tried to disconnect from Camille -- knowing he was still caught up on Imani but she let him know that she understood. She was taking a risk with him. It gave him the courage to take the same risk.

"It...caught me off guard," he continued, setting his chopsticks down. “I didn’t expect to see her face, to read about her life like that. I...It stung a little."

Camille nodded slowly, her hand resting on his. "It’s okay to feel that way, you know. You love her. That doesn’t just disappear overnight."

Jameson took a good look at her, lifting his hand from the counter and reaching up to brush a few tendrils of hair from her face. "It stung but it didn't...it didn't hurt me like I thought it would. I want her to be happy. Even if that's not with me. And I want to be happy with you."

Camille was quiet for a moment before she tilted her head, leaning against his hand. "You don't have to say that. It took a lot for you to get here. You've made a lot of progress. Feeling things for her doesn't erase that progress."

He wished she was a little less understanding. He wanted her to yell at him for feeling something for anyone other than her. That felt normal. But her simple acceptance of everything he was made him want to be more for her. Nothing he said or did would be good enough because he knew...she would always deserve more. She was getting half of a man. Why couldn't he just give her everything?

"I'm okay." "You are?" "Mhm. If I'm not, I will be. I'm with you. I'm good."

He watched her melt and felt proud that at least he'd gotten that right for her. Camille leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "I'm here for you, okay? Whatever you need."

"I know." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm grateful."

As Camille returned to her food, Jameson’s gaze drifted to his phone on the counter. He turned it face down, trying to push Imani out of his mind once again. But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. She was a part of him, no matter how much time passed or how far apart they were. And that realization was both comforting and excruciating.

#aaron pierre #megan thee stallion #aaron pierre fanfic #original characters #celebrity fanfic #fic: neon lights

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steveover600 · 11 months ago

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Hey less a ask and more a thank you, you've been a constant inspiration for pixel art and you've helped me broadened my horizens.

That's so cool of you to say, thank you/boo!

#ask #pumpkaboo #pixel

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peachzffs · 2 months ago

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☆Intro post!!

Hello everyone I'm Peachez or Renet, I'm an artist and full time nerd and this is my TmnT bog /sometimes other things

☆*: .｡. o.｡.:*☆ Also my ask box is always open for whatever and I'm cool to do requests for fanart (for fandoms I'm in) ☆*: .｡. o.｡.:*☆

☆What dose this blog actually have on it??!!

Art; fanart and sometimes my OC's but /usually tmnt fan art/

Yaping bc I love to talk

My fanfiction/ links to my fanfictions

☆Other socials (it one other thing)

I am unsure how to link my Ao3 but it is Fr_renet so feel free to go read my beautiful cringe-fest over there :3

☆The fandom list (it's short)

sonic

Dandadan

TmnT

For TmnT I write and draw art for the 2012 show and Mutant mayhem.

though other iterations I like are rise, batman vs tmnt, the 2015 IDW comics, the last ronin and the 1987 cartoon

☆Random info about me

I'm Australian

Leonardo is my fav ninja turtle then Mikey

I love the color pink (if u couldn't tell after looking at this post)

My fav video game is Animal crossing new Horizen

I'm the oldest of 3 girls

My pronouns are she/her

I dress in gyaru fashion irl

#blog intro #introductory post #introduction #tmnt #dandadan #sonic fandom #tmnt fandom #intro post #pinned post #master post #pined post #pink

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beautifulinternetwhispers · 2 years ago

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Horizen series offical art

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #gaming #video games #offical art #science fiction #post apocalypse

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stardustpinkart · 1 year ago

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Exactly! Not talking ridiculous giant mansions or flash cars or expensive garments. Its about not worrying about bills, having a decent comfy place to live, not worrying about heating or repairs or food or medicine. Its about wanting to expand your horizens, maybe get a new book, go see an art exhibit, a concert, a stage show, see the world? Have you seen how much it costs just to go to see a play?

And people can make you feel guilty for wanting these things, like "You should only focus on being fed and clothed, how dare you expect or want more."

I'd be very happy if I had enough to be able to enjoy life and gain experiences. I myself really want to see the world and, a lot of life is ridicoulsy expensive when it shouldent be, and it often seems you can work hard, as hard possible, but no, you really dont get any farther? People who cant afford housing or even there medicine in some countries like insulin. Wanting to be finacially sound and comfortable seems very reasonable

It's ok to want money. It's ok to be upset that you're poor and wishing to be rich. I understand. People who say that money doesn't buy happiness have never eaten pasta every day because it's 50 cents at the grocery store or been short on money for christmas presents. Constantly scraping by makes people miserable and depressed and of course you're gonna dream about money, about being happy and priviledged. That's not greedy or horrible, that's life. It's ok.

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sainthelgas · 20 days ago

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People who get mad over people saying stuff like "unalive" or "content" are a billion zillion quatrillipn times more annoying then the ones actually saying stuff like that

I have taken up this mantra for the last few years where if I only see people complaining about something and nobody actually guilty of whatever it is they're complaining. Then I assume that isn't a real problem and is pointless to get angry over. And like I genuienly can't remember the last time I heard someone use the phrase "unalive" outside of using it as a joke/whining about it. I use tiktok semi regularly so it's not even like a thing of me being outside the demographics who use unalive.

As for content. It is actually a really fitting word for most youtube videos. They call it content cause that is what it makes you feel; Content. Not even saying this as a bad thing it's the modern equivilant of the newspaper. Or like sunday comics. Nobody is gonna be belly laughing over Garfield but ya know sometiems i'll exhale through my nose. Ya know, Funny enough. I mean when ceo's start using it to describe the shows or mo ies they're financing yeah that's annoying. But bot because of the word "content" it's because they're ceo's. It would be just as annoying if ceo's were like

"We are proud to broaden our horizens in term of the art we are producing here at Gobotv". I'm honestly glad ceo's aren't bastardizing the word "art".

#unalive #haterposting

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slorpi · 10 months ago

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[Week 12: Semester 2] Art Ecosystem

1. What do you think are the impacts of the design communication and experiences discipline?

Personally i feel that Design Communication & Experiences has enabled us to explore with so much freedom in mever before ways that i was able to. To experiment, to try over and over again until you get it just right, is such a meaningful experience in itself. It helps us to learn in the process of creating while also being able to discipline ourselves to do better each time as it goes. Communication among other peers has also enabled us to take those criticisms and apply them towards our work. To improve, to get better and better which helps us to enable discipline especially in a very board upon course, such as this.

2. What is one specific area in which you wish to make an impact as a designer in your ecology?

I would love to create an exhibition like any other to promote the meaning of "Let Yourself Out" among the community. Enforcing the importance of expanding your horizens not just as an artist/designer but as a person too. To let your creativtity run wild for the world to see, not being afraid to limit yourself is such a powerful and fun way to do so. I want to be more involved and communicate with the vast community that we artist are seem to always grasp to and be able to share those experiences among other peers alike.

Open Studios was especially really interesting. Both BA & Diploma batches had far exceeded my expectations and also managed to open many doors to explore in the near future. If i were to choose a particularly eye catching work, it would be the amalgamation of everyday toys pieced together to create a hell of a sight to behold.

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siyuri · 1 year ago

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Wanted to write some stuff so why not here. It appears it is kinda fun to forget about some social media and then like 10 years later pick it up and read stuff your past self wrote. So for the future me.

Hi! Like...you know how everyone always have this habit at the end of every year to be angry at it, feel this bad summury of the feeling for everything that happened and forget any good things? So...fuck this, I had an amazing year. After covid, after mother's cancer, after her death, after my long four years of existing fuck knows how inside all that I had an amazing year. And just wanted to apreciate it and not look for bad things, but celebrate great ones.

This year started with me living in an amazing faetales world - I kinda have this problem... Myself from April to October is hyperactive person. I need to be outside ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I will camp, I will cycle, I will run, walk, crowl but everything should be outside. And my creative part of the brain is silent for half of the year. And then I have Myself - November until April. My creativity just wants to do EVERYTHING. Draw, lern some musical instruments, readreadread, paint glass, do toys, make ANYTHING. But for the love of gods don't look outside (I hope future me knows how to balance them). So, when I have a more than million words fic to let myself live into, I will do it. And when I can't think about anything but it, it is the best thing that can happen to me in this period. So, after like month of pure drugs, I watched some bad play in my city theater, and it was the last straw needed to me FINALLY go to Saint-Petersburg for an amazing theater they have there. Last time I was there, it was with mom, so it was hard to start. But. Then...oooooh! How many amazing things I saw! One of them - I was on 8hours long play "And Quiet Flows the Don" Sholokhov. And it was so epic - couldn't process it like for a day, just didn't talk and was in this happy drug creativity mode again. Then comes March! I had this dream...kinda long time ago, 8-9 years, when life was... good I guess. I wanted to do Cami de Cavalls track around Menorca...but life. And finally, this year!!! I have a wonderful job, I have stable income, I have powers and I can do it. So, comes April and i am walking 250km around Menorca on foot, and one and only dream I had is fullfiled. So... Then I am back and it is the hardest drop I had in a while, but who cares, we are here talking about good things. Then SUMMER! I am finally on good foot with my sister again, I have a friend, I have my bicycle again, I have the sun and everything is GOOD. And after 1.5 years of struggling our grave is done and it is the coziest fucking place in the world!! And then it is tents on the beach, sunrises, good food and seaseasea. And then it is Austria and Wachau and me, walking again and blue happiness at the horizen, because I never saw such mountains up close, and 250km on foot up down up down, and this drop wasn't even bad!!! So I am back home and it october and Larian is waiting for me, and this is just AMAZING, because I LOVE when good people do good things and get recognised for it. And then Palmarosa, it is like full circle, because outside me already asleep and the other one READY TO MAKE THINGS! And I make them and I even LIKE THEM!!! And aside of all transition problems and shitty things aside... like... who cares about them when yesterday I had the artist who is inspiration for me reblogged my art with inspiration tag? Like... WORLD JUST FEELS WHOLSOME!!! and I don't want to remember any bad shit from this one.

#me #like sorry if it feels like bragging #but i just need to put it into words #so brain could focus #and remember only this #so #back to drawing things :D

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yore-donatsu · 1 year ago

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And you do it !!

..... I'd have to do it one day too, but with the little time I have… and who would I do it on? Conrard? Hyde? Tetra? One of my anothers OCs ?!

After 5000 years, I finally conquered this challenge/exercise.

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#Not mine #Horizen's Art #share #art pratice #art prompt #art challenge #expression practice #Oc #Theo the Money Boy #original art #digiital art #artists on tumblr

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terras-diary · 1 year ago

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manga review - ceres: celestial legend

some context: so in my quest to read different demographics of manga, i discovered ceres. i really liked the art and figured i'd give it a try. i began reading scans on my phone, but around the half way point i switched to reading on my ipad.

the story: another case of angel sanctuary i fear. if i were to explain the overarching story line it sounds pretty good, but once you delve into the thick of it, i mean it just kind of makes you cringe. although, i was surprised at the amount of action in the series, i know my preconceived notions of shojo usually means that it's mostly slice of life modern (for the time) romance. in some ways it was, don't get me wrong, but the depictions of action and horror were really unexpected and a nice surprise.

but on the other hand.

the age gaps. oh my god. why. why is a 24 year old man going after a 16 year old orphan girl. why does she get pregnant, drop out of school, work two jobs, and her baby daddy don't even have an id. (i read that in a review on myanimelist and i just had to reiterate it here) and that is the conclusion of the manga. that really happens, i swear. her happy ending is my nightmare. i cannot believe that this is where the story went.

also just the romance in general. i mean ugh. i understand this is supposed to appeal to younger, japanese girls who may want an older man. perhaps it's a sign of the times! the times being japan in the 1990s. but while reading, 23 year old terra was on the phone with 911 because you stay away from that little girl! don't come around here, toya!! go get a job.

another thing that the myanime list review mentioned that i didn't quite catch (probably because i was not alive in the 1990s.) was that back then the hot topic was genomes, which is a large part of this story. and once i read that and started to think on it, i really do agree. metal gear solid, for example. another 90s game which deals heavily with cloning, genomes, and what genes are preferred. i even thought back to high school biology class where we were showed a video from the 90s about cloning a sheep. it really must have been the zeitgeist. (justin taught me that word, thanks justin)

the characters: ceres did nothing wrong. she was not a villain in any capacity. in fact, she should have killed all those mfs. just saying. her and aya when she was not in the presence or otherwise thinking about toya were my favorite characters.

completely random - q/kyu. why did she look like that. and she was played as a comic relief character? most interesting.

but honestly the villains were kind of meh. other than being evil, they really weren't fleshed out until their cop outs at the end. most of the side cast were definitely thrown even farther than to the side by the end. i really liked chidori and suzumi but they were kind of just forgotten about.

the art: easily the best thing about this manga. her lines are so clean for cutesy art, but then she'll draw a guy getting melted via ceres' power and you're like 'oh shit.' even with the fuzzy scans, i could tell this is some of the nicest art. not necessarily the nicest layouts or dynamic poses, but man can she draw a face.

conclusion: i'm glad to have gave it a try and seen it to the end. broadening my horizens, etc. i haven't really thought about it much, so that's usually not a good sign that something left an impression on you so.... lol

#book review

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