Olivia Corvisart
@oliviacorvisart
Where New Jersey exhales and New York aches, you’ll find me...and yourself. www.oliviacorvisart.com
during August, reach out. You never know where asking for what you want might land you!
Today’s a new day which means you have a new opportunity to get acquainted with me before I retire. Ocorvisart@protonmail.com
Sometimes we wait too long for that special someone allowing the moment to pass us by. What are you waiting for? ocorvisart@protonmail.com #oursky
Sometimes your dreams do come true… 💌ocorvisart@protonmail.com Mon-Sat 9am—10pm Newark, NJ and New York
Wake up NJ! Your girl is ready to play! Available today from 9am-9pm Booking: ocorvisart@protonmail.com
If I’m on your tl, it’s because you have a thing for nerdy Black women.
Tired of carefully crafting and curating. It’s time for chaos.
Breaking the spell of <X> has been so freeing. Feeling like I ‘had to’ be there. Freedom
I'll be available in New Jersey and NYC throughout the month of March. I am looking forward to experiencing the sun on my skin just as I did in the Bahamas.
Curiosity is what first persuaded you to linger. Infatuation is what calls you back to me, again and again. Limerence may intoxicate your heart with want, but it is the softer, more intimate knowing that seeps beneath your skin and leaves it glowing in the aftermath of my touch.
Saying it now. I don’t want flowers, candy, or dinner dates for Vday. Only two gifts will be accepted this year: 1. Massage or spa gift cards. Or 2. Turn this off by paying for the repairs
Love, at this time in my life is quieter. It does not arrive announcing itself boisterously. It settles. It stays. It learns the ebb and flow of interior seasons.
January is finished and February has arrived with NJ and NYC still wrapped tightly in winter's cold fingers. While it is still icy outside, I have a few things in the works... 👉 February's newsletter drops on 2/2 👉 My calendar has been re-opened this month 👉 Curated spaces that unfold monthly
Since we are in the last month of winter, one place that I have on my bucket list for travel adventures is, Antartica. 🙋🏽♀️ Few have gone, Drake's passage is purportedly an icy portal to Hell, but this is going on my 2027 bucket list 🙌🏾.
Maaaan, these Tubi-like horror movies for free on Prime don’t even be tryin’!! Like I am supposed to believe that SHE believes this guy is a doctor?!? Like he has meth mouth?!? 👀
I spy with my little 👀, a girl for a date with the right kind of guy💋
Strength isn’t only in the muscles—it’s in the discipline, the showing up, and the little promises I keep to myself. 🖤
Tlaquepaque afternoons, sun-warmed walls, the hum of mariachis drifting from the plaza, and the laughter of lovers echoing between cobblestones as my friend captured this moment. Back then, life in Mexico felt like color made tangible, and I carried that brightness everywhere I went. How I miss it
Hyping yourself up to write is a wild ride. One minute you’re like, “YEAAAAAH! LET’S GOOO!” The next minute you’re like:
It’s time to get my nails done. I’ve been trying to allow the 3rd finger to grow back out somewhat after my nail ripped off while setting up my tent for camping. Going shorter because I need to play cello and type.