Crystall

He's the.. Type of man That never Accepts.. My quiet.. "I'm ok" As a plausible.. Answer.💫🖤

I do not worship you.. I taste the divine where your pulse meets my tongue and learn that God is liquid…

I stand in the darkness leaning on my katana, completely calm with my eyes closed, listening. I see you chasing your tail jealous because he thinks of me. You're trying to imitate me thinking he'll like you better but you'll never be me.

"It’s strange how darkness and light are always said to balance, but the truth is, darkness lingers longer in some places. And when it does, even a sliver of light feels like a miracle soft, almost shy, but enough to stir something deep.

Be Loyal Baby 🤍

The tincture Of your... Resins swell. My palate.. Waters. An exotic.. Flower. Pressed Between.. My heart.. And chest. A taste that's.. Soul deep.💫🖤

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #moonmystic #loveletters💌 #Conducting a fantasy fever that sunsets on the edge of mysterious dreams. She walks with starlit feelings under twilight skies that are quietly set adrift upon the open night where it blossoms in a Prussian blue of cobalt sapphire, for she's like a breath of fresh air against the softening darkness!... Pinterest

The Crow...descends on splintered shields to harvest blood from barren fields she is the Morrígan...the triple dread who combs the lands for the newly dead with a shriek that snaps the freezing air she drags the soul from the warrior's stare drinking deep from the veins of the lost counting the kill...regardless of cost the Raven...perches on the gallows tree a hallowed eye for the world to see he bears the weight of Bran’s cold crown while blood and memory trickle down no mercy lives in his feathered breast only the secrets of the earth’s unrest he waits for the silence after the cry when the gods grow hungry and the wells run dry in the mud and the rot where the legends sleep the black winged shadows...their vigil keep no light escapes from the beating wing of the carrion queen and the ghost-bound king *The raven and the crow #foxprose @FoxProse

The angel in front of me was crying, his tears gathering into a small puddle at his feet. I found it strange that they were golden... thick, slow, like light that had begun to rot. His gaze was soft, painfully so, full of a pity that almost felt like kindness. 1/4

I feel the quiver build kissing the mountain as it swells in the dark a maze built from taste strung between fingers lingers upon my tongue your hand kneading the back of my head writes the heated ending #Amatory #FoxProse

Good Morning 𝕏 ☕️ Wishing you all a wonderful Monday If you’re enjoying Sunday evening, hope it’s relaxing💙🌙 #MyPhoto #photography #rose #Monday

You’re the flaw in my armour that saved me. the reminder that real strength isn’t in being untouchable, but in letting the right person reach you…

but something in me rearranged like furniture in a haunted house trying to make room for a ghost. And now even my loneliness kneels when it remembers you.

you didn’t leave you bent, soft around my certainty what i thought was distance was just you moving in shapes i couldn’t follow #illusive, the way you loved me never straight, never clear, always finding a curve to disappear through and i stayed there, trying to trace you back to something real with hands meant for lines, not ghosts #vss365

“Some days my heart still feels heavy. Some days it’s hard to believe that this happiness is real. But I will never thrive, if I hold it all inside. I have to allow myself to feel.”

You feel it too, don’t you… That subtle shift— the way the space between us doesn’t feel quite as distant as it used to. You’re closer now. Not just in steps, but in the way you let your guard rest a little longer than before. I notice it… the way your laughter comes easier, less filtered— like you’ve stopped asking permission to be yourself when you’re with me. And the way you look at me now… There’s something softer in it. Something that lingers. Not curiosity this time— not entirely. Something warmer. Something that feels like you’ve started to recognize me too. I won’t rush that. I won’t reach for more than you’re ready to give. But I won’t pretend I don’t feel it growing— this quiet understanding between us, this unspoken yes that neither of us has said out loud yet. You’re not pulling away. If anything… you’re leaning in. Just slightly. Just enough for me to feel it in the way you stay a little longer than you need to. And I wonder if you realize how much that means. Because I’m not just learning you anymore… I think you’re starting to let me. Stay here with me… Let’s not name this just yet. Let it become something we don’t have to question.

once you betray or hurt a divinely protected person karma will always come for you 10 fold

Love is two people trying to make their contradictions align while they kiss.🩸🥀 📸 Pinterest✨

I stopped trying to be understood the day I realized people only hear you through the shape of their wounds so I learned silence, not as absence, but as a language that doesn’t beg to be believed.