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[theartoffresco]

Seated and still. From my first book 'Black and Blue'... 🖤

[stxrluvs]

You know those moments when you’re laughing, loud and wild, like everything’s perfect—but inside, it’s all just… muted? Like you’ve patched yourself up with duct tape and sarcastic jokes, wearing ease like armor. You’re not really falling apart, not quite, but you’re also not really whole.

It’s not even about wanting someone to fix you—because you’ve stitched yourself up so many times, you almost prefer the quiet pain. What you crave is something gentler: a connection that doesn’t ask for explanations. A presence that doesn’t pry, just stays. Someone who notices the weight without making it heavier. Someone who sees the cracks, and chooses not to flinch.

[theartoffresco]

[theartoffresco]

Sometimes, we just have to hold on whilst someone else pulls the rope upwards for a little bit... ➰️ From my second book 'Eight Lines'... 🖤

[theartoffresco]

Whether it is the third Sunday in June or first Sunday in September, a pat on the back for those who make an decent effort... 🙏 From my first book 'Black and Blue'... 🖤

[theartoffresco]

If you take close notice, you may be able to spot the rough time relationships started to become strained, nature commenced its decline and smiles began to dim... 📷 From my first book 'Black and Blue'... 🖤

[theartoffresco]

[theartoffresco]