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𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.
sometimes i wonder if stars feel the distance between them
When you hear a song and it hit your soul and you realize that you have tears in your eyes…
Pockets full of sand Plenty of nothing Everything slips through my fingers To fill ripples in neverending time (plenty) #WeirdVSS @WeirdVss That 👊
It's ironic how life works. Over the years, I've developed the ability to patiently listen to others when their hearts are falling apart. I've been a counselor to those torn between two equally uncertain paths. (1/6)
i knew better, but you felt like a fire meant to swallow me.
If the eye speaks about what the light illuminates, the senses are altered. If the heart speaks about what the backlight keeps in shadow, the feelings are moved. Specially when everything converges...
Hold me with your words Wrap me in you Let me sleep inside Let me dream Let me feel In the morning when the first rays of sun touches your skin You may let me go …
Drunk, but he swore the #eyelet in her corset blinked, as she stood in front of him. “Now guvna. Your shiny pennies are going to give us a good time.” That's the last thing the young master remembered, after waking up in a bloody mess, with his legs missing. #horrorprompt
In shadows of vanishing twilight I chase a midnight high Under a canopy of dying stars I long to taste the light in His eyes But He no longer takes me in And scorched by searing sun Our last heat comes undone Love gone and far beyond The longing of my flesh deprived Dulls eyes…
She lies still awake, replaying in her mind the encounter, the walk home, the kisses, the music, the touch of their skin... And so, between caresses and caresses, she reaches her climax, an open portal to a restful sleep.
Some nights my heart thunders loud, Some nights it whispers soft like the breeze through magnolia leaves. And some nights it’s so quiet only I can hear its steady barely-there beat.
Running on the wheel. Fast frantic, desperate getting nowhere. I claw at my skin, my hair, the scuffed paint on the walls, S C R E A M at the voices in my head. And for a moment, I’m not stuck but then I’m back running on the damn wheel again…
The blues is not a slow music, it is a flower on your skin with deep roots in your spirit.
I didn’t wait for love— it came to me, draped in monsoon, and verses of night, wearing a coat scented with musk. No guitars, no strings— just love, unadorned, unmistakable, unadulterated…
I still love you, But not the same way, As I used to. Love then was claiming you, Now it is letting you go.
My eyes— a gateway to the soul. My heart— a mirror of raw truth. My #tears— the words I cannot speak. #vss365
Years of overcoming dunes and waves, believing the swell was receding. And here she is, having reached the stillness of dusk, discovering her new dawn.