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Kiana Khansmith

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@phipzie
„The Sleeping Rampage“
Digital Artwork, Black & White, iPhone 6s
Artist: Phipzie, 2022
wattcha lookin?
I like the chilly leathers on my neck while you fit the collar on.
I like the strumming of metal buckles while you close them tight.
I like the shackles click*ing.
I like you fasten the leash and tuck me near.
I like the shivers up my spine when you grab my scruff.
I like to -sit- and -stay- for you.
I like you kindly scratch my head.
I like to wear the name tag you put on my balls.
I love to hear you whispering: „Who’s my boy?“
I want to be good for you.
Please say it. Say, that I’m a good boy.
Tell me, I’m your good boye.
Please.
RAWR! this VERY fierce creature demands scritchies, NOW.
or. else.
from my own observation I wasn’t able to find even a single object of love between two people that was like the movie-ish endlessly deep love that went even better and lasted long enough to be in awe while watching it. not in the family nor while looking at friends or my own experiences.
it feels like this love-thing is made up from script writers and movie directors with the help of musicians and composers.
all I see is wishes, childhood trauma and hope for something better - thrown on suitable objects.
if you are the object you might like it to be for a while. if you objectify, you hope for the best. eventually though, they all end with disappointment. irrelevant which point of view the individual stands.
so far: is it worth it?
can we please stay real? can we believe in us and let others be themselves without projecting onto them what WE WISH to find?? can we find out or even be helpful to define another as an individual while touching their soul in a good way? to elevate each other rather than pretend to ”be in love“? please stop to project an artificial feeling while making up a world of hallucinations. is it asked too much?
maybe, there’s more to come. I don’t know yet though, I wouldn’t hope for whatever. up to now and until then, this individual decides to stay an island. one to freeze borders down sometimes or melt back to s sandy beach. one that flowers colorful or burns down in the cold heat of life. also, one to find out how to become the real self feeling individual.
you might strand on my beach and you might find my coconut shell very hard to crack.
I don’t have a pic for interest, today. and I wouldn’t answer in any way.
adopt me, please? 🥺
ready for takeoff ✈️
helooo
hugs?