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@daddybed
There you are, sweetheart. Come here and let Daddy have a hug. I've been missing my little girl all day.
Mm... that's better. I was wondering what you were up to all day long. Did you have fun? Did anything exciting happen? Come sit with me and tell me everything. Daddy's been looking forward to hearing your stories.
That's it, get nice and comfortable. While you tell me all about your day, let me gently run my fingers through your hair. I missed doing this. Brushing those little strands away from your face, giving you a soft forehead kiss every now and then... it makes the whole day feel complete.
You know, no matter how busy the day gets, there's always a moment where I catch myself thinking, "I can't wait to see my sweetheart again." Coming home and seeing your smile is one of the very best parts of my day.
So don't leave out the little details, okay? I want to hear about the funny moments, the silly conversations, the things that made you laugh, and even the parts that weren't so great. Daddy wants to know it all.
There you are.. that smile. I missed that smile. Another gentle hug, another kiss on your forehead, and a quiet little laugh as I keep playing with your hair.
I'm so glad you're here, sweetheart. Being together again is exactly where I wanted to be all day. Now let's enjoy this moment before bedtime, just talking, laughing, and making up for all the hours we spent apart.
it’s honestly quite tiring🥱 xoxo💋
Hey, sweetheart... what's wrong? Daddy noticed you stopped at the bedroom door. Is it the dark that's making you nervous tonight?
Come here, babydoll. You don't have to be embarrassed. Everyone gets scared sometimes. Let Daddy hold your hand for a minute. That's it.
See? Nothing changes when the lights go out except that the room gets a little quieter. Your favorite blanket is still right here, your stuffed friends are waiting on the bed, and Daddy is right beside you. The dark doesn't take away the things that keep you safe.
Let's make it a little easier. Climb into bed while I gently play with your hair, slow and soothing, brushing it back from your forehead. Take a nice deep breath with me. Good... and another one. You're doing so well.
Listen closely. Can you hear that? Just the quiet hum of the room and your own breathing. Sometimes our imagination gets louder at night, but that doesn't mean it's telling the truth. Daddy's here, and if there were anything to worry about, I'd know long before you did.
There you go, sweetheart. I can already feel your little hand relaxing in mine. Another soft stroke through your hair, a gentle squeeze of your hand, and a kiss on your forehead.
How about we leave the door just a little open tonight if that helps? You don't have to be brave all at once. We'll take it one bedtime at a time until the dark feels like an old friend instead of something scary.
Now close those sleepy eyes, darling. I'll stay here with you for a little while, gently playing with your hair until your breathing slows and you drift peacefully to sleep, knowing you're safe, loved, and never alone.
I fear knowing me means hating who I am.
Credit to @umiikoneko
A big part of who I am lives in what I don’t say, in the quiet things I keep to myself, where words would feel too loud or too small.
Not everything needs to be spoken to be real. Some parts of me just exist, softly, in silence.