Starr Studio
@starrstudio.bsky.social
🌿 Artist, Writer, Hypnotherapist, Guide
🔆Relational, Intimacy & Subconscious Realignment
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✨Serving Individuals, Couples, and Conscious Companies
🔆Relational, Intimacy & Subconscious Realignment
💼Organization Culture Consulting
✨Serving Individuals, Couples, and Conscious Companies
“Chasing ghosts in a crowded room.
You’re the shadow, I’m the moon.
Almost held, almost stayed.
Almost didn’t fade away.
If I need you, I lose me.
If I love you, no safety.
So I’ll just be a ghost.
Forever haunted by almost.”
-miserable little poems
Art: Hamlet and the Ghost (Shields)
You’re the shadow, I’m the moon.
Almost held, almost stayed.
Almost didn’t fade away.
If I need you, I lose me.
If I love you, no safety.
So I’ll just be a ghost.
Forever haunted by almost.”
-miserable little poems
Art: Hamlet and the Ghost (Shields)
April 8, 2026 at 5:54 AM
“Chasing ghosts in a crowded room.
You’re the shadow, I’m the moon.
Almost held, almost stayed.
Almost didn’t fade away.
If I need you, I lose me.
If I love you, no safety.
So I’ll just be a ghost.
Forever haunted by almost.”
-miserable little poems
Art: Hamlet and the Ghost (Shields)
You’re the shadow, I’m the moon.
Almost held, almost stayed.
Almost didn’t fade away.
If I need you, I lose me.
If I love you, no safety.
So I’ll just be a ghost.
Forever haunted by almost.”
-miserable little poems
Art: Hamlet and the Ghost (Shields)
An older photo and a new ritual
My light restored to me
Aiming affection
Lovelorn
Erasing affliction
Bright and aligned within
Wartorn
My edges of softness blurred
My light restored to me
Aiming affection
Lovelorn
Erasing affliction
Bright and aligned within
Wartorn
My edges of softness blurred
February 13, 2026 at 4:57 AM
An older photo and a new ritual
My light restored to me
Aiming affection
Lovelorn
Erasing affliction
Bright and aligned within
Wartorn
My edges of softness blurred
My light restored to me
Aiming affection
Lovelorn
Erasing affliction
Bright and aligned within
Wartorn
My edges of softness blurred
The Overlook
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
November 17, 2025 at 9:08 AM
The Overlook
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Seeking familiarity of shapes through misty trees
Groping in the dark to grasp knowing
Patterns
Anticipation
Navigating up the hillside
Memory betrays me
I thought I’d been here before
“I bet it’s beautiful in the summer”
But it was beautiful now
We couldn’t see
But I felt everything
Do you ever just… 😑
July 1, 2025 at 5:04 AM
Do you ever just… 😑
“I’ll dance again. I swear it.
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
May 8, 2025 at 2:51 AM
“I’ll dance again. I swear it.
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Like the strong and spiteful sways of tall trees grown after devastation.
Like sunlight bouncing on the fertile earth through a deep forest canopy that exists untouched by man.
Like the hummingbirds in their orchestra of nectar gathering, sweet, but calculated…”
Maybe in another lifetime we took care of her instead of burning, digging, chopping, leveling, mining, taking everything from her and then filling her with refuse.
April 26, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Maybe in another lifetime we took care of her instead of burning, digging, chopping, leveling, mining, taking everything from her and then filling her with refuse.
“I want to dream about flying, soaring high above and feeling weightless; able to go wherever I please in mere moments.
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
April 21, 2025 at 6:47 AM
“I want to dream about flying, soaring high above and feeling weightless; able to go wherever I please in mere moments.
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Instead I see your face that sinks my soul like a weighted anchor, it’s smirk sliding off your face painted with lies…”
#bskyartshow #artshow #poetry
Sometimes I get sad and then I remember I’m a fucking adult and I can buy candy whenever I want.
March 8, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Sometimes I get sad and then I remember I’m a fucking adult and I can buy candy whenever I want.
Not me crying at the end of Return of the King. As usual. #myfriendsyoubowtonoone
March 5, 2025 at 7:30 AM
Not me crying at the end of Return of the King. As usual. #myfriendsyoubowtonoone
#BSAS #blueskyartshow #spring #overstylizedphoto #poetry
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
March 1, 2025 at 10:37 PM
#BSAS #blueskyartshow #spring #overstylizedphoto #poetry
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
-Necromancy-
Every year Mother Earth performs ancient magick.
From death and deep slumber new life comes forth.
Old trees creak and groan. Slick moss and mycelium churn in their innards.
Pale grass blushes with the arrival of new blooms.
Do you ever just *stares in overwhelm*
March 1, 2025 at 3:01 AM
Do you ever just *stares in overwhelm*
-Outside of Me-
It’s hard to remember being in my bones last December
It was long and drawn out until it all finally gave out
The weight of me under you I’d never heal and I knew
I drew those pieces outside of me so I could really see
Fragments of endings and friends turned enemies…
It’s hard to remember being in my bones last December
It was long and drawn out until it all finally gave out
The weight of me under you I’d never heal and I knew
I drew those pieces outside of me so I could really see
Fragments of endings and friends turned enemies…
February 25, 2025 at 5:45 AM
-Outside of Me-
It’s hard to remember being in my bones last December
It was long and drawn out until it all finally gave out
The weight of me under you I’d never heal and I knew
I drew those pieces outside of me so I could really see
Fragments of endings and friends turned enemies…
It’s hard to remember being in my bones last December
It was long and drawn out until it all finally gave out
The weight of me under you I’d never heal and I knew
I drew those pieces outside of me so I could really see
Fragments of endings and friends turned enemies…
This is also helped me. It keeps my little fire going.
Maybe corny but it was helpful for me to hear Henry Rollins saying "this is not time to be dismayed, this is punk rock time, this is what Joe Strummer trained you for... You can be thunderous in your own life, to the eight people around you. That rubs off... Goodness is viral"
February 24, 2025 at 7:16 AM
This is also helped me. It keeps my little fire going.
💜🖤 This feed will be back after a short break 💜🖤
February 20, 2025 at 8:34 AM
💜🖤 This feed will be back after a short break 💜🖤
February 17, 2025 at 12:42 AM
I felt like being a smartass for today’s #februarty post. #orange #poetry #wordsareart
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
February 12, 2025 at 11:32 PM
I felt like being a smartass for today’s #februarty post. #orange #poetry #wordsareart
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
-Still Life-
We’re taught to keep moving
Keep hustling
Keep growing
Don’t stop
Can’t stop
If I do I’m lazy
Productivity
Quotas
Return on investment
But what if I stand still
For just a moment
Check my soul…
Listen. I just made an adult size portion of chicky nuggies and tater tots and my son isn’t even home. I’m feeling pretty guilty.
February 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM
Listen. I just made an adult size portion of chicky nuggies and tater tots and my son isn’t even home. I’m feeling pretty guilty.
#rings #februarty
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
February 11, 2025 at 7:25 AM
#rings #februarty
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
You thought I’d make a Lord of the Rings reference here?
Well you’re right. #poetry
-Fire Rule-
Soft touch fleeting
Bodies pressed hard together
Grips on necks and fingernails on skin
There will be no tenderness only pain
Touching rings of fire to ask why it burns…
Just doing like every other #februarty theme so I can finish catching up. Nature’s #puzzle pieces are #hexagons.
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
February 11, 2025 at 6:48 AM
Just doing like every other #februarty theme so I can finish catching up. Nature’s #puzzle pieces are #hexagons.
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
-Puzzled-
Our edges actually came together quite nicely.
And then you cut me.
You bent me.
You carved into yourself too. Then blamed me when we no longer fit…
Catching up on #februarty
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
February 11, 2025 at 4:30 AM
Catching up on #februarty
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
Throw back to that one time when I was tattoo twinning with an erotic dancer. #eyes #poetry
-Point of View-
Blood red flags cast rose colored shadows.
Deadly wildfire looks warm when gaslit embers are stoked.
Bare minimum looks like love standing on a barren wasteland.
February 9, 2025 at 8:44 PM
Just a world at my finger tips. (Catching up on
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
February 9, 2025 at 7:06 PM
Just a world at my finger tips. (Catching up on
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
#februarty #purple #galaxy)
-Ghost-
I’d rather be breathless
Than to feel you again
You’re just shades of indigo now
Bruises on my skin
Exorcised from my body
After deep reflection
Salt and flame
To destroy where I’ve been
Do you ever just… *moves a strand of hair out of someone’s face*…
February 9, 2025 at 3:30 AM
Do you ever just… *moves a strand of hair out of someone’s face*…
-Reflections-
“Take a look at yourself. For once.” I say.
You won’t.
I stand still. I try to show you.
“Look. Look!” I say.
I bare myself. A tiny chip spiders.
“Please look!” I say.
You won’t. Cracks grow.
“Look at what you’ve done.”
You won’t. Shattered.
#reflections #blueskyartshow #poetry
“Take a look at yourself. For once.” I say.
You won’t.
I stand still. I try to show you.
“Look. Look!” I say.
I bare myself. A tiny chip spiders.
“Please look!” I say.
You won’t. Cracks grow.
“Look at what you’ve done.”
You won’t. Shattered.
#reflections #blueskyartshow #poetry
February 9, 2025 at 3:19 AM
-Reflections-
“Take a look at yourself. For once.” I say.
You won’t.
I stand still. I try to show you.
“Look. Look!” I say.
I bare myself. A tiny chip spiders.
“Please look!” I say.
You won’t. Cracks grow.
“Look at what you’ve done.”
You won’t. Shattered.
#reflections #blueskyartshow #poetry
“Take a look at yourself. For once.” I say.
You won’t.
I stand still. I try to show you.
“Look. Look!” I say.
I bare myself. A tiny chip spiders.
“Please look!” I say.
You won’t. Cracks grow.
“Look at what you’ve done.”
You won’t. Shattered.
#reflections #blueskyartshow #poetry