• ɪʀɪᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ •🕊️

…the rain is romanticizing everything for me tonight

an aimless wander through the clouds

she’s slow to bloom, not because she can’t trust, but because she needs to know, needs to feel the hands reaching for her won’t tear her apart

hey beautiful girl, you are still what you were whether anyone noticed or not

....bare feet, the sidewalk, under those nosy stars, and that edge of that moon

it was my drive home ~ the sky relenting summer edges thinning clouds flirting all across the deep blue sky while others resent the rain, I took the long way home, lighting candles for the arrival of my favorite season

i smile when the rain comes i leave the window open, let it find its way inside, and listen as the whole world softens what do you do when the rain comes

fall is coming - my favorite season and last year, this time of year, sad shit happened so I prepare for things that help me smile while also, allowing grace to help calm my soul acknowledging my reality... the grief isn’t gone

to move you from intrigue, from wondering to wanting, to leave a pulse beneath your skin where the thought of my touch lingers, to paint your imagination until it aches, then intoxicate you so completely, you lose yourself in the beautiful delirium of palpable desire

maybe we can turn it all off and get tangled up

whatever fuckery you’re navigating, i hope you’re being cheered on

maybe you need to be looked at like you are something rare, adored so intently you want to look away, just to feel what it’s like to be seen like you are worth getting lost in