Dying but not dead. Still giving it my all...
I want my last breath to be hearing your stories 😫😭😭😭
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed." (Carl Jung)
Hi. Surfacing for air.
A drowning man is the most dangerous. A deep poem with some mumbo jumbo afterwards...
Heaven is empty but my tongue is clean (poetry and prose)
Tristan and Jonathan's Survival Fund
Contains mild nudity and flashing images (epilepsy warning)
hello + updates + snaps
Thanks + Mental Health Awareness
Photos and a mini rhyme
A bit of softness and water cinematography. Contains mild nudity. Not age restricted.
Forever his guardian angel
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
Lust is easy. Love takes courage.
Sorry's come with sorrow
He's been crucified and his name three times denied
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Don't just hit like, read!
Who will save the sane?
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
Oops I did it again
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
His absence is too loud, too painful.
dancing away my sorrows
Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...
In my habitat / lair
Just a little poem about ego
I needs any and all. GIVEMAH
I see him but can he see himself?
A glimpse of the real me. 100% all natural and organic
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
I guess you get 100% transparency with me.