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@somecoolgirl
riita ikonen
It’s been a while.
“WYD?”
I’m busy
Creating
I’m a Creator
An Artist
I am beautifully
Equipped with
Everything
I need
My body
Nurtures me
I am home
I love it here
Cause
I feel safe
I can’t get enough of it
Drowned
In love
There is
No breath
Too shallow
Immersed in
All of
That
Around Me
Fearlessly
Unapologetic
& Proud —
I was angry
Or, am
Or, always
Will be?
Through it all
I know the value
Of peace
My peace
It’s mine
It’s up to me
So,
I’m busy
sometimes “!!!!!!!!!!!” is a word
Just a big ol introvert, I am
Who am I?
Somewhat of
A shapeshifter
I dabble
In every mystery
Of life
Wandering
The abyss
Melting in
High contrast
Somehow
Making me,
Me.
I am everything all in one.
One of billions,
One of one,
All at once.
Balanced & Aligned
With Light & Love
“Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.”
— Anthony Marra (via quotemadness)
Markus Matthias Krüger - Solitär, 2014
Tracee Ellis Ross at Clive Davis’ Pre-Grammy Party (2004).
anonymous x wagonz x freexmoney
full shoot on patreon link in bio
Queen of the Damned (2002)
Self-Love Drug
I don’t really know what my problem is or if I even have a problem. All I know is that I know nothing, and I’m afraid. I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want the doubtful part to be right. Maybe I just need to stop daydreaming. Stop with the happily ever afters. Why does that “favor” to myself, crush me? Can you believe I still sometimes think about going back? To dynamics and relationships that didn’t serve me. At least then, there wasn’t much to figure out. There was no change, no growth, no chance. I could count on everything staying the same. Maybe this new lease on life is more than I bargained for. If I could somehow afford this love, I may as well adorn myself in joy and possibility. Drown myself in freedom and opportunity. Suffocate in the endless space I create for myself, to roam aimlessly, to frolic, to leave behind my trail of colorful mess. My existence is an art gallery. One day I will be able to share my story. One day I will not be afraid to be seen for who I am. It will be that day I cry tears of joy, for the unconditional love I have for myself.