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Courtney
O King
Pour me
I write so I can spill the liquid leaking all throughout my mind
shattered vessel of thoughts can’t hold the weight of anxiety
or depression
or lack of faith
substance is evidently wasted
my tears are drainage systems gone awry
even when i’m not overthinking I cry
I like to pour it all out
then take a step back and admire the murky pond i’ve released
it’s evidence
of the smallest traces of Holy water in the streams
its enough hope for me
Something in him is divine
this man in the shell of a boy
is defying gravity
the way he lifts me off my feet
with introspection, which I did not beckon, or beg for him to read.
How do you have the footnotes to this powerpoint of my mind
laid bare you can see right to the core of me
despite this you don’t flinch, cower, or flee,
and honestly
it makes me want to hide.
Jonah
I could paint the walls in my room with the hues of fear.
black and blue i often bruise my self until I steer so very far from my calling
Jonah chancing the water
silly fool
Abba’s watching
whales will soon swallow you
I think your a fool, and your eyes are liars. You love this mess of me, and I shudder to think of how I’m bound to hurt you.
Your garden
it could rain a thousand times, but i can’t wash my roots free of debris
the soil loosens as my grip softens til it has ceased
what am i holding on to?
Do I have faith that my fruit will ripen and fall to the dirt of your garden?
if i make you my pleasant paradise to sink my taproot and twist to the sky,
My petals will they collect dew?
Or will I stretch beneath the limbs of roses far taller than me, with grace, poise, and ease their elegance casts shadows over my leaves
I can’t breathe in the heat of covet’s spring.
Shall I nip it in the bud?
Is it better for your garden to flourish without me?
Like a dog to vomit often I ruminate
sloppy second handed mistakes- ears
ringing as a numbing ache steals my
breath away- will I forgive them I hate… will I-
continue to victimize myself each day- will I- spew accusations to the face In the mirror
creating false realities and chanting “guilty” will I cringe
continue to shrink beneath uncertainties that strangers bring
I catch my eyes often casting down my back curls inward as my heart pushes against my trachea
found in the cob webbed corners no one thinks to trace
shivering
cowering
will I ever wholly make it out of this place?
Tonight’s love
Tonight’s love is solemn souled, swollen with recollections. It is a lost lover’s laugh phasing then fading as my sleep slips and gasps
it is tingles of his fingers once warm on my back now cold with lack thereof
It is sweat soaking my senses now dissipating with Charleston’s rains. it is reverbs of pain recalling how I’ve been replaced. It is severing intrusive thoughts of histories lost with a violent shake of the head. it is finding solace in fruits and seeds, soil sinking beneath my nails, it is admiration of the first womb. it is abstaining from meat. It is bruises on my heart from false shepard’s speech. It is shalom when I hear a stranger say His name. It is freedom ringing with chains clinking, falling to ankles. It is prophectic, it is 400 years past, it’s a hidden gem bestowed to bredren void of all but hope
it is a blessing in the breast of starving bellies and early slumbers ferried away to forego what cometh
blessed indeed
tonight’s love is contentment
it is losing myself in screams of distant souls systemically made victim, it is kingdom come and no time for self
tonight strangers elate and kindle embers within me, inflating this brittle heart with stars. it is sweet layil testifying of our Creator as she cradles the lesser light. amongst the host of Heaven His covenant doth reside.
tonight’s love is thankful for inspiration flooding my veins with purpose trodding upon self defeating thoughts. Tonight is HalleluYAH loud cause I know to whom I speak. Tonight’s love is peace.
An help meet
hands dripping with myyrh to ease all tension
in addition, to yield fruit supple & sweet
lay neath my navel rest ye assured
my heart’s warmth seepeth and overflows into my lap
feel as I emit my intent, radiating truth, & mirth
casting the chills of your fear asunder
I know you more each night
thus I know how to ease the pain
rather than add to, again and again
let my hymns quell the inflamed echoes inside your mind, my king
I’m not the one to remove pieces of you
nay I will not tear you down, my strength
this world does that enough
my only sounds be swoons when your around, my muse
moonlight drips down the walls of our abode
lighting our nights, as I lionize thine soul
my temple is easy to keep up, my saint
occasional sacrifice in the form of your time, my rain
know me deeper than the eye can see
anticipate my needs, seek to see me beneath
see, this realm praiseth me without
while my soul be disquieted within
my language is silence and vibrates
I feel your pain I’ll strip it away,
come take it from me as I do the same
empty each other then refill with supple
honey ye doubled,
be what cultivates from holy consummation
I’m your consolation
you’re my constellation I’ll trace the stars of your face
as my breath culminates
your words are hues and fantasia based
you induce my synesthesia, my good
I need you ... I breathe you... you’ve yet to make your debut... yet still I feel you
-ashira
Be about it...
Don’t talk about who you are and what you represent
Rather let your actions exemplify every facet you claim exists.
-ashira
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Music by: Takeo Izumi “Compassion of Kannon (saji)”