Bloom despite the insects. Grow amidst destruction.

When love feels like a poem whispered at midnight:— #Crimson drapes the moonlight, Whispers bloom in silence Eyes like dusk in motion, Hearts caught in slow dance, Time forgets its ticking Breath is barely spoken, Fingers write on skin-light Love, a quiet ocean. #vss365

if we were birds i would share my favourite telephone wire with you

📸 mine

"When was the last time you've flown?" *checks her playlist*

Shape shifter Mind drifter Let me grab the guitar Gotta prep for the rifter What comes from a mirror on the wall Mira Mira an espejo When someone In another skin Hides behind a familiar grin Mister mister where you been But he ain’t sayin Nothin One match two match Light

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Endless nights with nothing but the radio, Old records played, Cue burnt like his memory of her, Forever to dance to each song played...

To think, to feel To hurt, to heal To hope, to dare To love, to care Alive #FaithMap 027 🙏

We leave fingerprints on one another, even when we’re careful. A brush of hope, a smudge of doubt, all of it evidence that we tried to reach. That we wanted to be known, even when words failed us. #poetry #poem #connection

Unpopular opinion.. Most people don’t want truth, they want attention. They’ll say what gets likes, not what’s real. Authenticity only matters if it trends.

Boozy experiments, paired with a crimson highball prism, full of liquid known as water. One to free her timid nature, one to stop her hanging over progress and tinging it yellow. She’s mellow, no longer wound up; no longer melancholic. Rules bent, she calls beer a tonic for

Anyone can say beautiful words. But only the right ones stay to live them.

Gracefully spicy, poetically sweet... like a forbidden fruit ripening under the moonlight.🩸🥀

Tomorrow is a brand new day and everything looks better in the light of a new day

Overthinking, a beast left out of control, destroys good things.

Imagine how you sound to someone when you’re all up in someone else’s business and you don’t even have all of his half side much less the other. Crazy.

When a man walks away from a woman rooted in the divine, he ultimately loses far more than he realizes. Because a woman who is connected to her divinity carries the direction in a man's life. She is not just love — she is guidance. She is not just emotion — she is intuition,