Ryn Weaver

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Ryn Weaver is a singer/songwriter from San Diego, California. Studying musical theater and acting while in high school, Weaver would eventually move to New York City to attend NYU's Tisch School of the Arts. Deciding the East Coast wasn't a good fit, Weaver moved back to California, started collaborating with producers and began crafting ornately arranged pop songs. Weaver released her single "OctaHate" in 2014 and soon the track became a viral sensation. Releasing her debut album, The Fool, in 2015, Weaver has proven that her vocal adeptness and ear for catchy pop song structures will undoubtedly lead her to widespread popularity.

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A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2021-03-02 01:11:22

Looking for black Philip

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2021-02-25 00:11:39

Chaos magic // Veins like lightningDid a lil thing w the homiesCheck out the new gear @alien_body_official@animalsmag Makeup by @j_dunc

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2021-02-22 23:53:14

I had the unique experience of completely missing the mob on the Capitol because I was driving without a plan with my best friend (since day one of hs baby) @j_dunc. I felt terrible coming back and witnessing what everybody had to live w that day (while I was posting my joy) but my removed takeaway was:America is beautiful.. despite the people in it. Laws change. People die. The land remains.

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2021-01-25 00:25:14

Rococo Rynneth

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-11-01 21:40:04

I woke today with heavy hazy millennial malaise. I think I left a window cracked. The sky is a wan gray/ yellow. I feel ill. My mind goes to my family & friends in Northern California + Oregon who are rising to an atmosphere in photonegative— everything upside down. A symbol of this time has been breath. “I can’t breathe.” A virus which attacks the lungs. Black carbon ash in the air. Where do we run to when all roads lead to more suffocation? Privilege is Breath. Youth. Shelter. Sustenance. Safety. Space.Yesterday, the “Martian skies” of San Francisco were mentioned but I learned today they are more similar to those of a Jupiter moon. Heavy with atmosphere. Carbon atoms prefer the long blue wavelengths and take them in, reflecting complementary orange light through the haze - a trick of the light and the iris. This is not the arid planet of lack & rust & orange dust the robber baron jet pack boys & their ilk fetishize & idealize to escape the negligence of industry//overpopulation. It’s easy to be a futurist when you can hoard resources. When you have bunkers & spaceships. I’ve never cared for penis politics. I don’t want to build up. I want to sink into the roots.We have a miracle planet. Rhapsody in blue: the rarest color in nature. Imagining the gift of blue disappearing- save for some floating masks in the ocean was a doomsday tattoo on my mentals this morning BUT we have heavy atmosphere! It isn’t too late. The rainforests (burning) are our warriors. The earth itself fights for us in good faith. We must reciprocate.We Californians are no strangers to fire. Drought. It’s the order of things in a bio diverse desert, acres where native seeds blaze anew through calloused covers. Death to the old for new life. And then there are the marvels. The sequoia phoenixes rising higher only with the ash and burn of lightning storms. We need fire. I see that fire in the youth of today trying desperately to burn it all down. But this is the earth screaming. It’s too hot. It’s too much. We have voices and numbers. We must do something about it all. Maybe for now we vote hard and (blue)?But also EAT THE RICH.

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-09-10 21:57:24

10 Hail Mary’s 5 Our Father’s for this little number

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-09-05 20:38:48

Big tit energy. Daddy swag @praying

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-08-29 20:08:50

SUN BABY!!!! Bursting and beaming and so thankful for all the love yesterday!! Gratitude gratitude gratitude. My friends are fucking REAL ONES. Also thank you mother for letting me kick the shit out of your womb and you know, suck all ur beautiful nutrients. I think birthdays should be for the moms. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-08-11 18:25:51

Happy birthday to the Black Lives Matter movement. Today we honor the perseverance, bravery, clarity of vision, and strength of Opal Tometi, Alicia Garza, and Patrisse Cullors in planting the seeds that have grown to make sustainable change possible.A white knee on a black man’s neck was not one moment, but it was a symbol of a 400 year struggle for freedom under the suffocating tyranny of white supremacy, a symbol that powerfully and painfully pushed the movement forward.My vow is to keep fighting for the rights of our black brothers and sisters, to use my platform to amplify voices, to listen and acknowledge when I fall short or make mistakes in my own advocacy, and to fight the good fight until we all are free. Until black trans women are free. Until reparations are paid. Until the racist housing market is taken to task. Until we live in a world of equity and balance. Until the gaslight of the white supremacist patriarchy has a truer, brighter light shining in every crooked corner, and this infected cultural wound is healed over completely, albeit with a scar to remind us of our tragic history, ensuring we learn from the past and we never go back. The fight doesn’t end until there’s nothing left to fight for.I love you all.

A post photo by Ryn Weaver on 2020-07-16 01:54:38

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