I don’t want a lover who makes me feel safe.
I want one who makes me forget safety ever mattered.

New article about finding meaning in lovely accidents. Were you an accident? #meaning #birth #life #death #creation

Not all deaths end.
Some become ritual.
Some become perfume.

I don’t believe Socrates.
I ache to.

When belief becomes aesthetic, does the divine still answer?
The altar becomes décor. The incense becomes branding.
The prayer becomes a caption.

And yet—
the body still shivers.
The veil still thins.
The dream still visits.

Maybe the myth isn’t dead.
Maybe it just learned to post in grid format.

We once whispered in ink.
Waited days for a thought to arrive.
Time.

Now?
The feed never sleeps.
We scroll more than we dream.

Silence used to mean intimacy.
Now it’s mistaken for absence.

The digital flood.
When everything is instant
nothing gets the chance to become holy.

#virgosego #timesky

The land doesn’t scream—it waits.
It watches us litigate apocalypse in committee.
And still, we call it “democracy”
when the trees must beg for breath.

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When desire splits like lightning—
one touch in the morning, another at dusk,
a third memory humming just beneath the skin.
it’s chaos.
Sweet, aching chaos.

But when they all arrive at once,
laughing in the same room,
palms grazing, eyes knowing—
the storm doesn’t rage.
It blooms.

#eroticsky

The ache doesn’t always want to be named.
Just held.
Or tasted.
Or mistaken for something softer.

This isn’t a performance.
It’s a mirror that blushes.

#virgosego #adultsky #eroticsky

Which part of your body still flinches when someone calls it beautiful?

Mine answers in silence.
Always.

#VirgosEgo #EroticSky #Bluesky

I’m not here to perform ego.
I’m here to peel it. Slowly.
Virgo’s Ego isn’t modest. It’s precise.
Erotic. Philosophical. Both.

You’ll know why you’re here.
Or you won’t.

Someone else from somewhere else.

So,
Come closer.

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