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The ancients believed that the experience of Sacred Geometry was essential to the education of the soul.

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kissing someone and feeling their smile against your lips is so cute

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pure intention is sexy. strong boundaries are sexy. open communication is sexy. emotional intelligence is sexy. healing is sexy. conflict resolution is sexy. being consistent is sexy. being disciplined is sexy. being direct is sexy. being genuine is sexy. being private is sexy.

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癒しの自然風景

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PTSD.

Demons, oh demons, wanting to dance away.

Forever awaiting their cue to come out and play.

They call out to their brothers, sisters... These distant relatives from the past.

So uncomfortable with all my suns, bringing shields of clouds and dust.

And the clouds build and gather, just like they always do.

My mind, a heavy gray, slowly doing away with the summery blues.

The words, a million flinging past me at once in this standstill moment.

And I want to scream for it to STOP, but I remain there silently... frozen.

Scurry off little girl, masked in an adult body.

Remember this time, not to make it too bloody.

Or hide in the silence and the comfort of your seclusion.

Bury your face in the dampening pillows, and pretend like it's all but an illusion.

22 or 6... In these moments, all these little girls are the same.

Pleading for a dawn, to bring a ray of sanity again.

And they'll never know, should you tell them, may you could?

But triggers are the pillars built on being unheard... Or so gravely misunderstood.

So go, little 6 year old. And keep that precious heart safe.

And lie to yourself, that they'll never dance again.

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you’ve survived everything you thought you wouldn’t. be proud

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PTSD.

Demons, oh demons, wanting to dance away.

Forever awaiting their cue to come out and play.

They call out to their brothers, sisters... These distant relatives from the past.

So uncomfortable with all my suns, bringing shields of clouds and dust.

And the clouds build and gather, just like they always do.

My mind, a heavy gray, slowly doing away with the summery blues.

The words, a million flinging past me at once in this standstill moment.

And I want to scream for it to STOP, but I remain there silently... frozen.

Scurry off little girl, masked in an adult body.

Remember this time, not to make it too bloody.

Or hide in the silence and the comfort of your seclusion.

Bury your face in the dampening pillows, and pretend like it's all but an illusion.

22 or 6... In these moments, all these little girls are the same.

Pleading for a dawn, to bring a ray of sanity again.

And they'll never know, should you tell them, may you could?

But triggers are the pillars built on being unheard... Or so gravely misunderstood.

So go, little 6 year old. And keep that precious heart safe.

And lie to yourself, that they'll never dance again.

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New ink.

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MY FUTURE CHILDREN EVERYONE! 🐶🐶🐶

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OBM! character moodboards;

Asmodeus

"You see, everyone desires something. Everyone has lust in their heart. No matter how nobel or saintly they may be, they're always keeping something locked up in there."

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One day, it'll be over.

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I've always pretended and I'm tired of pretending

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I don't want to be here anymore

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She's so cute.

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I'm scared, so very scared of trust,

People closest to me have switched up in the past,

I'm afraid that my fear wants to linger,

Wants to last.

And I'd like the walls to fall,

And move on and get passed... it all.

Human unpredictability is inevitable,

That's the scariest part.

I was raised with tenderness, molded to be soft,

So please don't mind me if seclusion is just a way of protecting my heart.

Be patient with me, while I unshield my body, remove my shell.

Take off my helmet, and gamble with my sanity and self.

It takes a bit of time.

And maybe a little bit of TLC,

Trust, I don't expect it from you,

I just need it from me.

My forgiveness is my weakness,

There's disappointment building in the air.

Trying to delve in oblivion,

These rose-colored lenses become unclear.

Tell myself I should've known better,

I always do.

So I'll remain in these clouds,

And marinate in my blues.

Safe, and recluse.

Safe, and recluse.