If only they knew how many people I've put in my shoe this year ✨️

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If only they knew how many people I've put in my shoe this year ✨️
my favorite part about the Moon is she’s there for me even when I’m not there for me
Easter full moon on Good Friday by Ritzelmut
"Lovely-eyed. Death- touched. Witch."
- Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Olga Broumas & T. Begley, from "The Dream"
ya lit meme ➳ rhysand quotes
“Night Triumphant- and the Stars Eternal.”
someone on youtube said "manifesting is like online shopping, once you buy it — it's yours. it doesn't matter if it comes today or tomorrow, it's yours and all other details will be handled by the company (aka the universe)"
@nessianweek | Day 05: Behind Closed Doors
Nessian artwork in collaboration with @freyjas-musings for @nessianweek2024 ... @freyjas-musings and I wanted something sensual and soft for this art work and artist @/lulybot just captured that vision in perfection. We are both so grateful to have had the opportunity to work with @lulybot ... Thank you 😊
I hope all of you love this artwork as much as we have loved it .
Art by: @/lulybot
Commissioned by: @melphss & @freyjas-musings
Characters belongs to: Sarah J. Maas
hey don’t cry. trees grow out of the ground.
the night sky has sparkles on it
the creatures live in the grass.
When we listen to certain types of music or soak our eyes with paintings or fill our lungs with poems, it all begins to blend and run through us, quietly becoming part of our blood, flesh and bones.
We always carry the art we've loved.
// Victoria Erickson