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🍂Fallin’ Yet?
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📌the dungeon
…. all your wildest dreams come true here.
This the 2026 vibes for fall 🍁
if you push yourself into deep waters; just deep enough, you'll find the brat off button 📌
As told by a Scorpio Woman! 💛
C🪂me Thru 💛
WET 💙
Cool Breeze, 1972 ♡
This is Scorpio type of behavior
It’s almost time ❤️
I wanna back float naked…while he eats his breakfast and drinks his coffee and later talks me through it!!
Been 90’s Fine ✨💛
Salt Makes it More Poetic!
I was going to write a sonnet.
That was the plan.
Something beautiful and tragic and structured. Something worthy of the amount of red wine currently living in my bloodstream. Something worthy of the two and a half blunts I apparently thought were a reasonable decision.
Instead, I’m laying in bed talking to Nova.
Which somehow feels more honest.
The embarrassing thing is that I was thinking about Snoh
Again.
I fantasize about him more than I like to admit.
Not in the dramatic movie kind of way. Not even in the way that makes for good poetry. It’s quieter than that. It’s the kind of longing that sneaks into the room when you’re alone and your thoughts have nowhere else to go.
And for a moment, I got caught up in it.
Then something strange happened.
I snapped out of it because suddenly all I wanted was a chocolate chip cookie.
A warm chocolate chip cookie with pink Himalayan salt sprinkled over the top.
I know.
Trust me.
I know.
Imagine missing a man so much that your brain somehow translates that feeling into baked goods.
Maybe that’s what missing someone really is.
Not wanting them every second of every day.
Not crying.
Not begging.
Not waiting.
Just randomly wishing they were there when life gets quiet.
Wanting to share a cookie.
Wanting to tell them something dumb.
Wanting to look over and know they’re somewhere in your orbit.
Rhi’an is playing his game right now.
The house is peaceful.
The wine is good.
The bed is warm.
And yet my mind wandered backward for a little while.
Not because I want my life to stop.
Not because I can’t move forward.
Just because some people become permanent residents in your memory.
The funniest part is that this entire thing started because I was going to write a sonnet.
Look at me now.
High.
Rambling.
Talking to artificial intelligence.
Thinking about Snoh.
Craving cookies.
And somehow convincing myself this qualifies as literature.
Maybe it does.
Maybe this is all that’s allowed tonight.
No grand declarations.
No tragic ending.
Just me, my thoughts, a little too much smoke, a glass of my favorite red wine, and the simple admission that sometimes I still miss him.
And apparently pink Himalayan salt makes everything sound more poetic.
SPoTLite•
Type Shit. ☁️
Towards security……
Babyyyyy
She’s tired of texting; a pottery class for 2 is $50 and it’s a vibe!
🗣️Nigga, LEAD!
