Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. α₯«α‘
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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. α₯«α‘
January Moves in Me By the Vow α₯«α‘
"Let my skin be the canvas, and let your art tell the story."
- Summer of Love by Gene Anthony.
Lovers in Art
One cold, moonless night, the devil came to me, not with fire or fury, but with a quiet smile and eyes that held the weight of eternity.
He sat across from me, his presence heavy but not suffocating, and began to speak. βLet me tell you a story,β he said, his voice smooth as silk but edged with something raw. βItβs about a soul who yearned for greatness but stumbled into darkness, not by choice, but by the quiet erosion of dreams and the whispers of doubt.
They made bargains with their fears, traded pieces of themselves for fleeting moments of comfort, and before they knew it, they were mine.
But hereβs the twistβwhat they lost wasnβt stolen. It was surrendered, piece by piece, until nothing remained. Now, tell me, do you see yourself in this tale, or will you claim itβs just a story?β
His words hung in the air, a mirror to my own unspoken truths, daring me to look away.
Light and shadows together they weave the world's embrace,
Contrast and balance in every place.
For without the dark, the light wonβt gleam, and shadows thrive where brightness streams.
Some Days.
Wolf & Woman by Nikita Gill
Wrapped in the glow of December's embrace, time loses meaning, love finds its place, beneath the stars and winter's spell, lies a story only hearts can tell.
December Shadow α₯«α‘
I'm a mother, a girlfriend, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a colleague, I'm me, and I'm human.
I'm flawed, I'm loud, I'm complex, I'm faithful, I'm passionate, I'm emotional, I'm vulnerable, I value loyalty and honesty.
I love being a woman.. I love being me. α₯«α‘
Love
..And you know me the way I need to be known.
In her Euphoria