Erick Horror
@ericknerites.bsky.social
Just a loving soul searching for kind echoes and honest smiles in this harsh world.
“Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.”
— Rumi
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.”
— Rumi
January 2, 2026 at 12:15 AM
“Love said to me,
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.”
— Rumi
there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.”
— Rumi
El día que nuestros caminos se crucen, róbame un beso o diez. Sométeme con tus labios.
January 2, 2026 at 12:14 AM
El día que nuestros caminos se crucen, róbame un beso o diez. Sométeme con tus labios.
Here’s to a happy 2026.
May we quake in gushing bliss.
May we quake in gushing bliss.
December 31, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Here’s to a happy 2026.
May we quake in gushing bliss.
May we quake in gushing bliss.
May we survive another year.
May we find love where it is.
May we find love where it is.
December 31, 2025 at 10:56 PM
May we survive another year.
May we find love where it is.
May we find love where it is.
Grateful for the people, places and things that have filled my cup, filled me up with love & inspired me to be the best version of me. 💦
December 26, 2025 at 3:35 PM
Grateful for the people, places and things that have filled my cup, filled me up with love & inspired me to be the best version of me. 💦
Gracias, vida, por los besos robados.
December 26, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Gracias, vida, por los besos robados.
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Merry Christmas
Lemme eat your
Ho Ho Hole
Lemme eat your
Ho Ho Hole
December 24, 2025 at 10:09 PM
Merry Christmas
Lemme eat your
Ho Ho Hole
Lemme eat your
Ho Ho Hole
Now as before, all I long for is total softness.
December 20, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Now as before, all I long for is total softness.
Existe en tus propios términos.
December 20, 2025 at 2:40 PM
Existe en tus propios términos.
“May the gods ignore you.”
― Lynda Williams
― Lynda Williams
December 20, 2025 at 2:39 PM
“May the gods ignore you.”
― Lynda Williams
― Lynda Williams
Cuando amo es con terror.
December 16, 2025 at 11:50 PM
Cuando amo es con terror.
"When eye meets eye in knowing it does not matter if a mask is worn."
— Andrew Chumbley
— Andrew Chumbley
December 16, 2025 at 11:44 PM
"When eye meets eye in knowing it does not matter if a mask is worn."
— Andrew Chumbley
— Andrew Chumbley
Yo veo unas pantorrillas gruesas, unas nalgas gordas y una sonrisa en un hombre y quiero darle el beso negro más profundo y más bueno del mundo.
December 16, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Yo veo unas pantorrillas gruesas, unas nalgas gordas y una sonrisa en un hombre y quiero darle el beso negro más profundo y más bueno del mundo.
“Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”
— Anaïs Nin
— Anaïs Nin
December 4, 2025 at 9:05 PM
“Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”
— Anaïs Nin
— Anaïs Nin
“My only advice to you is to love, love, and love. Love like there will be no more sunrises or sunsets or no more tomorrows. And if by some chance the sun rises again and tomorrow arrives, love some more, love again.”
— N. Moon
— N. Moon
December 4, 2025 at 9:00 PM
“My only advice to you is to love, love, and love. Love like there will be no more sunrises or sunsets or no more tomorrows. And if by some chance the sun rises again and tomorrow arrives, love some more, love again.”
— N. Moon
— N. Moon
Comparado con este amor, la Biblia es un resumen de siete palabras.
December 3, 2025 at 6:34 AM
Comparado con este amor, la Biblia es un resumen de siete palabras.
I adore the smell of paper,
the way ink moves sensuously,
how it creates new words and worlds.
the way ink moves sensuously,
how it creates new words and worlds.
December 3, 2025 at 6:34 AM
I adore the smell of paper,
the way ink moves sensuously,
how it creates new words and worlds.
the way ink moves sensuously,
how it creates new words and worlds.
The Horror of the world was that thousands of evils fell upon innocent people, and no one was punished and with great promise there was nothing but pain and desire. Children mutilated to form a choir of seraphim. Their song was a cry to heaven the sky was not listening.
— Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven
— Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven
November 13, 2025 at 12:00 AM
The Horror of the world was that thousands of evils fell upon innocent people, and no one was punished and with great promise there was nothing but pain and desire. Children mutilated to form a choir of seraphim. Their song was a cry to heaven the sky was not listening.
— Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven
— Anne Rice, Cry to Heaven