have we become the chameleon our love phasing with the moon our colors change in blooms comfortable in this ambient lighting where midnight blushes settle our passions evolve to passages while your rainbow of shaded pink becomes a sacred sanctuary memories of what we left behind

I could tell you all the stuff I’m thinking or I could watch Hocus Pocus.

Pizza and murder night! ❤️🍕🍕❤️

keeping i am not a nice man. there are parts of me that stopped asking to be fixed a long time ago. i learned what survives when softness doesn't. then there is her. still gentle in a world that keeps mistaking gentleness for permission. she makes me want to stand between her and whatever comes next. not because she needs saving. because i know what the world does to good things when no one is watching. so i give her the only protection i have ever been good at. i tell her what i see before the world gets close enough to make her forget it. she is good. and i have spent enough time among ruins to know what is worth keeping.

passenger she says she was married once and almost died inside it. not metaphorically. some lessons leave no room for metaphor. so she took three small lives and got them out. eight years later she is still everything. the hands. the roof. the answer when something breaks at two in the morning. she says she wouldn't know how to sit in the passenger seat and let someone else drive. i believe her. some people forget how to rest when nobody ever comes to relieve them. still there is this woman underneath all that capable. still wanting with both hands. still soft in places life had every reason to harden. she calls herself meant to be alone like loneliness is something you can earn by surviving enough. says she accepts it willingly. then laughs and calls herself a waste of a fantasy. i think she has carried everything so long she mistakes not needing help for proof none is coming. and maybe the hardest thing she will ever put down isn't the weight. it's the certainty that no one would have stayed to carry it.

On purpose, I’ve found.

i love you in gentle unseen ways that keep a soul whole forever

A hunger to know every touch, feel every breath, devour every word All of it perfectly filthy and just for me #vss365

RT @ownmychaos:

When she says, “babe you wanna have some fun,” she’s only asking for an inch-and-a-half…

Eating old school 😍 Flavor packet first or last???

You pulled me close Wanted me closer than I would have ever imagined My heart paused and for a moment I just breathed

Welcome to the #Amatory prompt Taste your desires and find your pen 25Sept Mischief in evolution Coming together, coming undone Fall into this mess 📷 Unknown Let your imagination be free Don't need to use the words/image Tag @Amatoryq #Amatory We love to see your creativity

RT @KaliKat81: Its beautiful here in the fall 🍁🍃🍂🇨🇦

She will light your way through darkness In a world so dim and silent She sees the struggles, knows the pain Of a weary soul that seeks the rain She walks a path, in winds that show no mercy Though storms may rage and blow, you’ll always hear her raspy voice calling your name

Normalize letting me lure you into the forest.

Phrase: Reality dreams Tag: #bionicanadian @bionicanadian 4likes/RT Pic⬇️@FoxProse Reality dreams of ethereal places, like a moon swept night of stars cascading into the land of slumber. Gnomes as sentinels, lantern the way in the forest of fairies, watching nature lumine woods!

#UnchainedSymphonies word of the day: Illusion Tag #UnchainedSymphonies for retweets💜 #WritingPrompts

Is it bad that I smile every time the woman in accounting tells me she needs a "wet signature"?