Late at night while
I'm lying here alone.
I run my hands over
My own skin, moaning,
Wishing they were yours.
Late at night while
I'm lying here alone.
I run my hands over
My own skin, moaning,
Wishing they were yours.
Soon the sun will rise over the eastern mountains and remove the veil
Two lovers, one dressed in silk the other leather, meet in a verdant glade
Hands blessed and entwined, pull them closer
A kiss in the nascent light
Soon the sun will rise over the eastern mountains and remove the veil
Two lovers, one dressed in silk the other leather, meet in a verdant glade
Hands blessed and entwined, pull them closer
A kiss in the nascent light
It’s the way the word is said that can bother me. If you say “spice” with disgust or a judgmental tone, like you’re better than those who read smut, I despise you and your literary snobbery.
It’s the way the word is said that can bother me. If you say “spice” with disgust or a judgmental tone, like you’re better than those who read smut, I despise you and your literary snobbery.
"Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray"
- Lord Byron
#sunset #eastcoastkin #photography #nature #islandlife
"Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray"
- Lord Byron
#sunset #eastcoastkin #photography #nature #islandlife
a beautiful, beautiful time lapse
ferris wheels, kisses and lilacs
and things i said were dumb
cause i thought that i’d never find that
beautiful, beautiful life that
shimmers that innocent light back
like when we were young ☁️
a beautiful, beautiful time lapse
ferris wheels, kisses and lilacs
and things i said were dumb
cause i thought that i’d never find that
beautiful, beautiful life that
shimmers that innocent light back
like when we were young ☁️
It’s not.
It’s years of masking, unmet needs, and contradictions your body can’t hold anymore.
It’s what happens when survival becomes your baseline.
You don’t “push through” burnout - you rebuild from it.
It’s not.
It’s years of masking, unmet needs, and contradictions your body can’t hold anymore.
It’s what happens when survival becomes your baseline.
You don’t “push through” burnout - you rebuild from it.
You’re not.
You’re burning out - from masking, overthinking, and trying to earn safety in a system that withholds it.
You can recover.
But only by learning how to stop negotiating with a world that keeps asking for your disappearance.
You’re not.
You’re burning out - from masking, overthinking, and trying to earn safety in a system that withholds it.
You can recover.
But only by learning how to stop negotiating with a world that keeps asking for your disappearance.
Choose peace.
Choose kindness.
Choose to keep searching bookstores, crumbling castles, and dark parts of the forest for portals to other realms, where reading & sleeping are celebrated sports.
Choose peace.
Choose kindness.
Choose to keep searching bookstores, crumbling castles, and dark parts of the forest for portals to other realms, where reading & sleeping are celebrated sports.
#DailyYoshon
#DailyYoshon
You were starving yourself of care.
You weren’t “resilient”.
You were burned out.
You weren’t “bad at intimacy”.
You were forced to perform it.
They thought you didn’t want connection.
But you needed it more than anyone.
That’s autism.
You were starving yourself of care.
You weren’t “resilient”.
You were burned out.
You weren’t “bad at intimacy”.
You were forced to perform it.
They thought you didn’t want connection.
But you needed it more than anyone.
That’s autism.
My mind is full
Of things I wish I'd told you -
Feelings, desires
Wishes, dreams,
A desperate need to hold you.
Why am I so fucking weak?
I should be letting go.
Instead I'm holding on
And hoping that you know
I love you.
My mind is full
Of things I wish I'd told you -
Feelings, desires
Wishes, dreams,
A desperate need to hold you.
Why am I so fucking weak?
I should be letting go.
Instead I'm holding on
And hoping that you know
I love you.
Heavy mind
Heavy heart
Heavy mind
Heavy heart
Me in my 40s:
Me in my 40s:
secret #realms of self,
I try to stear my #ship
clear of monsters
unlike Odysseus,
near #bitten by Charybdis.
Some parts #resemble
Penelope's loving arms,
others #associate
with Circe's witchy charms.
To truly know oneself—
An arduous journey
like a personal
Odyssey.
secret #realms of self,
I try to stear my #ship
clear of monsters
unlike Odysseus,
near #bitten by Charybdis.
Some parts #resemble
Penelope's loving arms,
others #associate
with Circe's witchy charms.
To truly know oneself—
An arduous journey
like a personal
Odyssey.
#tanka
Each lie dims thy soul
we associate with masks
not the silent truth
denying what spirit seeks
true bond beyond thy own self
—————————————
#haiku
Wearing borrowed truths
we associate with noise
stillness calls the soul
~rev
#vss365
#associate
#spiritual
#tanka
Each lie dims thy soul
we associate with masks
not the silent truth
denying what spirit seeks
true bond beyond thy own self
—————————————
#haiku
Wearing borrowed truths
we associate with noise
stillness calls the soul
~rev
#vss365
#associate
#spiritual
Hit me!
Hit me!
#trees #nature #oak #forest
#blueskyphtography
#naturephotography
#creepytree
#blueskyartshow