Italy
Poetry
SINFUL SUNDAYS 🤭
Anything goes, folks. Share what you like, purely to please the feral Bluesky gods 🙇🏻♀️
Keep it respectful, harm free, and enjoyable for all. No judgement, just great naughty vibes.
Let the feral begin… 😈🔥
Come forth, you beautiful sinners. 😈!
SINFUL SUNDAYS 🤭
Anything goes, folks. Share what you like, purely to please the feral Bluesky gods 🙇🏻♀️
Keep it respectful, harm free, and enjoyable for all. No judgement, just great naughty vibes.
Let the feral begin… 😈🔥
Come forth, you beautiful sinners. 😈!
No excuses
Pain talks
I will be fluent
No excuses
Pain talks
I will be fluent
searching for peace for a wandering soul.
I fold it gently, as though it were a soul itself,
trembling at a touch in the toneless night.
Because when I smoke it, I know it dries,
and my heart falls silent, its voice soaked through.
searching for peace for a wandering soul.
I fold it gently, as though it were a soul itself,
trembling at a touch in the toneless night.
Because when I smoke it, I know it dries,
and my heart falls silent, its voice soaked through.