Stellar Nomad
@groovemasta.bsky.social
I am a creative soul with a passion for music, filmmaking, writing, and art. If it’s imaginative, I’m all in! Let’s make magic happen. I love meeting new people and to do collabs!!
Let us unite and collaborate to create a world that uplifts and supports all forms of life, ensuring fairness and prosperity for everyone, not just a select few.
music: Rising up - groovemasta
music: Rising up - groovemasta
December 15, 2025 at 8:50 AM
Let us unite and collaborate to create a world that uplifts and supports all forms of life, ensuring fairness and prosperity for everyone, not just a select few.
music: Rising up - groovemasta
music: Rising up - groovemasta
Lost souls drift through the shadowed corridors of existence. Life, a cruel puppeteer, tugs at frayed strings, leaving behind scars invisible but deeply felt. The abyss offers no solace, only echoes of pain and betrayal, a haunting reminder that even the strongest light can be extinguished.
December 13, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Lost souls drift through the shadowed corridors of existence. Life, a cruel puppeteer, tugs at frayed strings, leaving behind scars invisible but deeply felt. The abyss offers no solace, only echoes of pain and betrayal, a haunting reminder that even the strongest light can be extinguished.
The hardest truths are those we carry within ourselves.
The past is a ghost that lingers, its whispers cold and unyielding. The future is a shadow too distant to touch. And the present? It’s a storm, chaotic and unrelenting, pulling me under with every passing second.
The past is a ghost that lingers, its whispers cold and unyielding. The future is a shadow too distant to touch. And the present? It’s a storm, chaotic and unrelenting, pulling me under with every passing second.
December 13, 2025 at 9:55 AM
The hardest truths are those we carry within ourselves.
The past is a ghost that lingers, its whispers cold and unyielding. The future is a shadow too distant to touch. And the present? It’s a storm, chaotic and unrelenting, pulling me under with every passing second.
The past is a ghost that lingers, its whispers cold and unyielding. The future is a shadow too distant to touch. And the present? It’s a storm, chaotic and unrelenting, pulling me under with every passing second.
The good times, fleeting as a whisper in the dark. The bad times, etched deep like scars on fragile skin. And the times that never came to be? They haunt the edges of my mind, taunting with their unfulfilled promises. I reach, I stumble, I fall—but still, I reach for something.
December 13, 2025 at 9:53 AM
The good times, fleeting as a whisper in the dark. The bad times, etched deep like scars on fragile skin. And the times that never came to be? They haunt the edges of my mind, taunting with their unfulfilled promises. I reach, I stumble, I fall—but still, I reach for something.
The world spins ceaselessly, a relentless grind of moments slipping through trembling fingers. Time, an unforgiving master, marches on without pause. I gasp for air, for clarity, as the weight of everything presses down—memories of what was, shadows of what could have been.
December 13, 2025 at 9:53 AM
The world spins ceaselessly, a relentless grind of moments slipping through trembling fingers. Time, an unforgiving master, marches on without pause. I gasp for air, for clarity, as the weight of everything presses down—memories of what was, shadows of what could have been.
The shadows stretch long, their grasp cold and unyielding.
I step into the void, unsure if it calls to me or if I call to it.
Tomorrow is a lie, a whisper of hope that fades before it can take root.
I step into the void, unsure if it calls to me or if I call to it.
Tomorrow is a lie, a whisper of hope that fades before it can take root.
December 11, 2025 at 4:07 PM
The shadows stretch long, their grasp cold and unyielding.
I step into the void, unsure if it calls to me or if I call to it.
Tomorrow is a lie, a whisper of hope that fades before it can take root.
I step into the void, unsure if it calls to me or if I call to it.
Tomorrow is a lie, a whisper of hope that fades before it can take root.
December 9, 2025 at 3:04 PM
December 7, 2025 at 5:56 AM
