𝔬𝔯𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔰𝔨𝔶
@orphanedsky
horror, nature, words
what is meant for you will not go looking for someone else.
i’m a collection of everything and its opposite. soft and guarded, quiet but full of storms. i love too much and pull away too fast. i carry light in my palms and darkness in my spine. i learned to hold it all without breaking. to be whole even in contradiction
I want to taste your light until my lungs are breathing stars.
I’m thankful when people show their true colors, it saves me the trouble of painting them better than they are.
The missing never stops. Maybe it gets quieter, maybe you learn how to carry it. But it’s always there… in little moments, in quiet nights. It sits with you, not always heavy, just there. Because some things matter too much to ever really go away.
if that’s okay with you, i’d like to make you feel wanted in all the small, quiet ways
Whose name lingers on the breath still caged in your lungs, and who does your heart run to between the waking and dreaming hours?
Art doesn’t need your permission—— only your blood. That’s why creation feels so divine... and dangerously addictive.🩸🥀
some days sadness pulls you under and you don't fight the raging waves.
ghosts move like ash in still water, unnamed, unholy, pressing against her ribs like a cathedral of sorrow collapsing inward
Somebody who notices when your voice changes. Who remembers how you like your tea. Who holds space for your silence without asking you to explain it. That’s the kind of softness this world needs more of. Gentle eyes. Steady hands. A heart that listens.
If you’re not here to bring peace — or help me protect the fragile calm I’ve fought to keep — then let me be. I already carry my own storms, and I can’t afford to be pulled into the ones you keep creating for yourself. 🩸🥀