The Stone & Timber Project

47y🇨🇦.Gemini♊️.NSFW. MDNI.

[stoneandtimber]

I am just a regular human being.

I like the weight of a good watch on my wrist, the grit of a trail under my boots and getting lost in a book , pretty much anything that makes me forgot I have a day job.

This blog is a digital shelf for the things I find substantial, which is a polite way of saying my interests are all over the place.Sometimes that’s a 19th-century poem, a hidden villa in Italy or amateur writings by your's truly. Other times, it’s the unfiltered, NSFW side of the human condition. I like to chat so ask me anything, dms open.

​It’s all part of the same landscape and we are left to curate our own vistas.

[vita-bona-est5]

Women in hats 932

[stoneandtimber]

What can I say, I got a thing a for hats🤷‍♂️😉

[stoneandtimber]

Letter: To the One I Couldn’t Keep

I don’t know if this will reach you.

Maybe the stars haven’t burned through all our stories yet,

but I write this because silence has fangs,

and I’d rather bleed from the bite of memory than forget.

You once said the stars were just holes in the sky,

tears the gods forgot to wipe away.

I believed you. I always believed.

Believed in the way your voice trembled

when you spoke of forever

like it was something we could build

from ash and breath and rebellion.

We were more than fugitives.

We were myth.

We defied empires, yes,

but we also defied the heavens and even their outcasts.

We carved our names into the wind

and begged it to carry us

even when it wouldn't let us hold on to each other.

I still wear the constellation you gave me.

It burns when I speak your name.

It sings when I don’t.

And every time I look up,

I wonder if the skies remember witnessing

how sacred it felt to believe, to speak and to sing with you.

What a mess we made of falling in love,

what a beautiful ruin.

If this letter survives,

let it be a relic.

Let it prove that we were here

and that love, even broken,

was worth the myth.

—Yours in defiance and tenderness,

The One Who Still Remembers.

[vita-bona-est5]

Women in hats 941

[natalioovski]

[pmamtraveller]

Wing of Desire by Roberto Santo

[artacks-1]

[stoneandtimber]

"You can't smell a photogra...... oh wait"☀️🍓

[gentlemansessentials]

Fountain Pen

Gentleman’s Essentials

[stoneandtimber]

"Thats really nice pen, man."

[thecan8dianadventurer]

[alien]

[dominant-professor]

I love galleries and museums

[longhairvixen]

[radical-revolution]

extraordinary view

[stoneandtimber]

“The Quiet I Carry”

You want to know about solitude?

It’s not some poetic retreat, not for me.

It’s the vibration I learned to live with

after the noise of youth faded

after the parties thinned,

after the phone stopped ringing.

I used to chase connection like it owed me something.

Now I let it come if it dares.

I’ve built a life in the quiet

not peaceful, no,

but honest.

There’s a kind of dignity in walking alone

when you’ve stopped apologizing to yourself for it.

I don’t need company to feel real.

I’ve got my memories, my regrets,

and they don’t lie to me anymore.

Some days I miss the ache of wanting, feeling

its sharp edge of longing that made me bleed and feel alive.

But I’ve traded that for something slower,

something that cuts deeper,

a hunger for meaning, not approval.

I’ve buried dreams and planted new ones.

I’ve watched love leave and return in stranger forms.

I’ve made peace with the man in the mirror

not because he’s perfect,

but because he’s incapable of pretending to be anyone else.

So yes, I live in solitude.

But don’t mistake it for absence.

It’s a presence I earned.

And it hums with a truth no crowd could carry.

[sirarxen4]

[shakespearean-love]

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ❦

[roket-johnny]

[stoneandtimber]

I miss the bench seat, it was so practical.