Sometimes I wear lace, just to make breakfast 😉
When the sun was burning
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I called after her. She turned, her smile radiant, and as she did, her chiffon nightgown fell off her shoulders.
When the moon was glowing
The thought of her smile, her brown eyes, her thick soft lips and enthralling infectious ora!
When the moon was glowing
We talked. She stopped . I wonder why
When the moon was glowing
the desire for my me time was worth it
When the moon was glowing
Three years
It's been three years since she left. I still buy her favorite tea. I don't know if that's grief or love. Maybe both.
When the moon was glowing
Forgot to pick a mood. Forgot to pick a moment. Just had a thought and needed it somewhere outside my head.
The Wild Garden
Kitchen light
He kissed my shoulder while I was still half-asleep and I thought — this is the romance they never put in movies. Ordinary Tuesday. Sun through the blinds.
When the sun was burning
Neither single nor sure. Somewhere in the middle of figuring out what I want — and that's okay for now.
In between
Accidentally wore mismatched socks to an important meeting. Felt more powerful than the blazer.
The Wild Garden
The Gardens
Four meadows for whispers — each with its own light. Open a basket to read every story in a garden.
When the Sun Was Burning
☀️ When the Sun Was Burning
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Sometimes I wear lace, just to make breakfast 😉
When the sun was burning
When the Moon Was Glowing
Latest in When the Moon Was Glowing
I called after her. She turned, her smile radiant, and as she did, her chiffon nightgown fell off her shoulders.
When the moon was glowing
🌙 When the Moon Was Glowing
In Between
✨ In Between
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Neither single nor sure. Somewhere in the middle of figuring out what I want — and that's okay for now.
In between
The Wild Garden
Latest in The Wild Garden
Forgot to pick a mood. Forgot to pick a moment. Just had a thought and needed it somewhere outside my head.
The Wild Garden
🌿 The Wild Garden
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