I’ve always been a night painter. I have dreams of waking with the sun and picking up my brush, but it’s never been my style. I enjoy the quiet of night, everyone is sleeping and you’re creating. Trying to embrace this part of me instead of fighting it. Are you a morning or night artist? Or somewhere in the middle? Tell me 🎀💕🎨👩🏼🎨
the profound abyss of time spent and love made.
to experience everything you didn’t want, just to know what you do.
to find a love where your heart is safe to bloom,
the most feminine of joys.
love and all its illustrious depths.
i did not know i could feel this safe, this held.
tenderness washes over me, i leave culture and fall into poetry.
my world is alive with magic, fairies and mythology— this storybook feeling i begin to grasp.
to know that something like this is possible becomes my life’s work.
love pours in when we least expect it,
and this one,
this one,
i am ready to nurture.
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