Saying goodbye 1967

#vss365 He tried to write her out Of the spaces he once made for her Changed the locks in his heart Swept the corners clean. But every mundane silence Sounded like her name Every joy asked for her eyes. In the end Even the forgetting Led him back It was always her.

Beauty in ruins — a lantern from the peak of aesthetic design. Lombardy, Italy, 19th century.

a mundane evening becomes extraordinary the fireflies light the moon glistens the birds sing hallelujah the moment you call my name #vss365 #mundane

Kohl-stained night faded into a #mundane day of rigmarole and waiting. Poetry grimaced in silence, love wandered astray. And there I stood, postcard in hand, addressed to the one who is almost my lover. #vss365

Fireflies shine neon red #mouthless As graveyard moths of dirt grime gather together to chatter while they munch Underneath #echoed_crescents of a blood moon where the once #extinct have a chance to fulfil an ancient old blood lust #horrorprompt #vssmystery #vibes_gothicvss

She taught the stars to be pretty, the ocean to be strong and mysterious and wildflowers to bloom where they want to.

I'm pretty sure that I meant nothing to you you only hold space for pretty words and delusions

cemeteries where hearts forget vines of despair walk tears on the breeze chill of bitter winter fill the bones snow falls silently until spring blooms again #FoxProse

resolutions merely exist to break wishes, hopes dreams scatter but I resolve to love harder love louder love urgently

Live Laugh Summon Satan

Love is a transient fare. Paper currency and tokens in O negative exchange rates. Open coronary roads and astrophysical connections. I would lust in an uncommon dimension for a millennium. Anything to expire in your sweet embrace. #WordedArt

handwritten love letters velvet midnights tokens of summer currency love alive incandescent fireflies dog and butterfly we survived a pandemic of epic stupidity year 2025 ~ OldSoulProse #2048Timecapsule

Want. I need to unsee it. 🤦🏽‍♀️

today is a stale Boston cream donut but I don't care running away for the weekend don't rain or sky I will hurt you Nikon is charged and ready to go #hotairballoonfestival