#self

In her waning quarter, the moon cradles all that steadies me. The grace of the earth gathers me into its embrace, and I surrender to its ancient tenderness.. Nothing asks to be explained— The night breathes in quiet hymns, the soil remembers my name, and the wind carries what words cannot. #Self

Well, here I am… #photography #bnw #self #disabled #MultipleSclerosis

I lost my heart the moment you looked away. It slipped from my chest without warning or sound. Now I carry this hollow where warmth used to live. The self I knew dissolves in your absence. Your name is stitched into everything I feel. And I am no longer mine. #vss365 #poetry #self

But I set fire to the rain #rain #scape #sunset #window #fire #Glow #artchallenge #sunrise #goldenhour #cloudy #nature #weather #eastcoastkin #literature #self #music #writer #screenwriter #art

Shakespeare once said, "I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it." Is there a place where you could just sit and do nothing, and still feel completely at peace? #Shakespeare #Quote #Happy #England #vss365 #amwriting #Bluesky #author #writer #time #self #spot #sensoryart #Aillume

#self #hello #daddy #silverfox #mid50s #mature #bisexuel #notshy #thirdwheel #hornyguy #freespirit #openminded

My breath turns honest, each exhale a quiet surrender. Footsteps soften into snowlight, and even memory learns how to rest. Here, the world asks nothing of me— not speed, not certainty, not proof. Only this moment, rinsed clean, where weight forgets its own name and silence feels like grace. #Self

✨ #art #self

“But thinking you're going to be the next #BTS based off an aesthetic & not based off of a knowledge of #self, knowledge of #hiphop, knowledge of #society, your own #perspective, your own #thoughts… I hate to break it to you, but that's not going to work.” #SleepDeez open.spotify.com/episode/….

✨ #art #self

When you fall in love, does your heart drop too? Like water falling gently between held hands. #vss365 #poem #senryu #poetry #prompt #LoveIsLove #heart #scape #water #heartbeat #love #literature #booksky #self #nature #amwriting

They told you your softness was weakness, that survival meant silence, but you? You’re not broken. You’re thunder learning how to echo in your own sky. #BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside #poem #poetry #Self #Love