Diotima
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Sharing my dreams. The ones I visit in the darkest part of the night 🖤
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Diotima
@diotimadreams.bsky.social
· Dec 5
not built for rules or parameters,
she preferred living
her life colouring
outside the lines
#vss365
she preferred living
her life colouring
outside the lines
#vss365
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Her secret words speak of
—soft touches, breath on skin—
and
—bent over, worn leather on skin—
the duality of her desire
merely a skip across
the narrow strait in our way
#poetry
#vss365 #strait
#writingcommunity #scribblinglines
#blueskypoets
—soft touches, breath on skin—
and
—bent over, worn leather on skin—
the duality of her desire
merely a skip across
the narrow strait in our way
#poetry
#vss365 #strait
#writingcommunity #scribblinglines
#blueskypoets
June 4, 2025 at 12:16 PM
Her secret words speak of
—soft touches, breath on skin—
and
—bent over, worn leather on skin—
the duality of her desire
merely a skip across
the narrow strait in our way
#poetry
#vss365 #strait
#writingcommunity #scribblinglines
#blueskypoets
—soft touches, breath on skin—
and
—bent over, worn leather on skin—
the duality of her desire
merely a skip across
the narrow strait in our way
#poetry
#vss365 #strait
#writingcommunity #scribblinglines
#blueskypoets
in the softness
of the morning light
the world feels
simple and right
of the morning light
the world feels
simple and right
June 1, 2025 at 2:19 PM
in the softness
of the morning light
the world feels
simple and right
of the morning light
the world feels
simple and right
The cold rain falls heavy and unrelenting, like the ache I carry. Sadness, doubt, and the quiet fear of being unseen wrap around my ankles like roots, pulling me down. And now, as I sit here listening to the patter against my window, I can’t help but wonder will I ever bloom again?
May 22, 2025 at 2:18 AM
The cold rain falls heavy and unrelenting, like the ache I carry. Sadness, doubt, and the quiet fear of being unseen wrap around my ankles like roots, pulling me down. And now, as I sit here listening to the patter against my window, I can’t help but wonder will I ever bloom again?
I adopted these. They will have a nice new happy home in my backyard. This makes me smile. 🌺🌸🌱
May 21, 2025 at 5:41 PM
I adopted these. They will have a nice new happy home in my backyard. This makes me smile. 🌺🌸🌱
Life, it seems, didn’t arrive all at once. It crept in softly, in compromises and putting others first, until one day she looked up and the world she imagined was gone, replaced by the one she had quietly made through settling. And she wondered how she let herself get there.
May 20, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Life, it seems, didn’t arrive all at once. It crept in softly, in compromises and putting others first, until one day she looked up and the world she imagined was gone, replaced by the one she had quietly made through settling. And she wondered how she let herself get there.
There was once a girl with grass stained knees and dreams too big for the small life she lived. A girl who swore she’d never trade her freedom for comfort, her wonder for duty. Now she counts the weeks by grocery trips and paying bills.
1/2
#FoxProse
1/2
#FoxProse
May 20, 2025 at 5:56 PM
There was once a girl with grass stained knees and dreams too big for the small life she lived. A girl who swore she’d never trade her freedom for comfort, her wonder for duty. Now she counts the weeks by grocery trips and paying bills.
1/2
#FoxProse
1/2
#FoxProse
Yes I’ve heard both.
May 20, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Yes I’ve heard both.
the sky was heavy with stars,
coaxing us softly
without force,
until we opened—
mouths parted,
secrets spilling
drawn to our dark
like a tide,
slow and certain,
pulling us under
in quiet surrender
coaxing us softly
without force,
until we opened—
mouths parted,
secrets spilling
drawn to our dark
like a tide,
slow and certain,
pulling us under
in quiet surrender
May 20, 2025 at 2:47 PM
the sky was heavy with stars,
coaxing us softly
without force,
until we opened—
mouths parted,
secrets spilling
drawn to our dark
like a tide,
slow and certain,
pulling us under
in quiet surrender
coaxing us softly
without force,
until we opened—
mouths parted,
secrets spilling
drawn to our dark
like a tide,
slow and certain,
pulling us under
in quiet surrender
Sex so good everyday becomes laundry day
May 20, 2025 at 11:37 AM
Sex so good everyday becomes laundry day
She didn’t seek attention, yet it gathered around her like jasmine in the summer air. Her allure wasn’t just because of the white silk dress, it was in the quiet certainty with which she wore it.
May 17, 2025 at 1:46 AM
She didn’t seek attention, yet it gathered around her like jasmine in the summer air. Her allure wasn’t just because of the white silk dress, it was in the quiet certainty with which she wore it.
let me taste
all the flavours
of our lust
all the flavours
of our lust
May 16, 2025 at 11:42 AM
let me taste
all the flavours
of our lust
all the flavours
of our lust
thunder shakes the night
shattering my secret dreams
I reach for first light
shattering my secret dreams
I reach for first light
May 16, 2025 at 11:27 AM
thunder shakes the night
shattering my secret dreams
I reach for first light
shattering my secret dreams
I reach for first light
This is exactly how I look when I accidentally turn on my front facing camera.
May 15, 2025 at 2:22 AM
This is exactly how I look when I accidentally turn on my front facing camera.
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When her feet are on your shoulders and she is giving herself to you …..you have to take her ….they key is to make out with it ….taste her …devour her make her cum hard on your lips so that is all she can think of the next day …..
May 13, 2025 at 6:17 AM
When her feet are on your shoulders and she is giving herself to you …..you have to take her ….they key is to make out with it ….taste her …devour her make her cum hard on your lips so that is all she can think of the next day …..
warm stone beneath feet,
stream babbles in time with thoughts,
a lunch hour escape
#Haiku
#thinkingrock
stream babbles in time with thoughts,
a lunch hour escape
#Haiku
#thinkingrock
May 12, 2025 at 5:56 PM
warm stone beneath feet,
stream babbles in time with thoughts,
a lunch hour escape
#Haiku
#thinkingrock
stream babbles in time with thoughts,
a lunch hour escape
#Haiku
#thinkingrock
I felt like an afterthought. Smiling through the quiet where something tender should’ve been. I thought of peonies, my favorite, full blooms that open like they mean it. No one brings them. No one remembers. Maybe one day, they will think of me, not from guilt, or necessity but from appreciation.
May 12, 2025 at 2:40 AM
I felt like an afterthought. Smiling through the quiet where something tender should’ve been. I thought of peonies, my favorite, full blooms that open like they mean it. No one brings them. No one remembers. Maybe one day, they will think of me, not from guilt, or necessity but from appreciation.
Reposted by Diotima
Reposted by Diotima
