Ashley

@xoMahalo You looked so beautiful that night! Well done lovely, you killed it.. and you did it for you ✨

Eveyrthing I’ve done has been for her, I rebuilt my confidence, my relationship with food and lost almost 50 LBS !!! The first pic is from rdc23 when I was severely bullied and fat shamed off the internet. I wish she knew how beautiful she really was🤍 PUT ME FIRST AND IM PROUD

I love you 💕

Because that softness must be kept safe. It’s sacred. And sacred things don’t survive in survival mode. The healer doesn’t need saving. She needs space. She needs someone who knows how to stand at the door and say, “Nothing gets to touch you unless it’s love.” So glad to have that in my life ✨

@sayumae444 This is such a heartfelt idea ✨🩷 I love it

Wherever She Shines I’d go wherever she shines, because the warmth is beautiful. Not loud. Not showy. Just sun-through-the-curtains kind of holy. Her glow isn’t the kind you chase. It’s the kind you rest in. The kind that teaches your body to unclench. And her voice? The lighthouse, The lullaby. The thing that reminds you you’re safe, even when the waves are high. I’ve met stars I’ve prayed to, and still, none compare to the way she says, “You’re okay,” and means it. I’ve met magic, but she’s the kind that doesn’t ask to be believed in. Just the kind that stays. And shines. And warms.

I have been slowly breaking up with my addiction to approval. She was loyal. She was loud. She just… never actually liked me back. I used to shape-shift for gold stars, and perform like there was a prize, but honestly? I’m tired of auditioning for rooms I don’t even need to be in. Now I just go when the energy says go, and rest when it says nah… trusting that whoever’s meant to catch the signal will feel it in their gut. clarity over claps now always

We’ve been stuck in a dopamine trap called validation. Here’s why it’s costing you: When you post just to get a reaction, you’re not expressing, you’re performing. And that performance? It opens karmic loops that were never meant for you. Loops that drain your energy, confuse your path, and dilute your power. But when you act with intention, you send out a frequency. You ripple through the field. You attract people who amplify your signal not flatten it. ✨ Performance fades. ✨ Resonance multiplies. Post from clarity, not craving. Signal, don’t perform.

@suavecito585 Farmhouse one is divine

I hadnt eaten a bruegger's bagel since last summer. I forgot how delicious they are.

Collective consciousness is a living breathing thing. There was a time when everyone knew this, then some people realized if they created false scarcity, they could create power structures and control the narrative of how earth evolves while their families stay “blessed” Everything including covid and the current wars were part of their plan. Current plan is to simply remember and help others remember how to claim their power back. The hope is that if enough people are awake, there is nothing anyone can do to stop the collective consciousness. Problem is your powers of manifestation is the weakest when you are in survival mode, so they try to keep you there. Here is the good news, awakening is spreading like wildfire. It can’t be stopped now. You have been awake before you even knew why. Happy to discuss further if you ever need someone to walk beside you. Love, E

@LaylaEleira Amen

Don’t let anybody treat you like an NPC, you deserve clarity and presence from the people you give your energy to. *hair flip* 💅🏽

@suavecito585 What are we building

🚧⛑️🛠️⚒️🔨 literally...building.

Yes. I didn’t run from the room. I ran toward the memory of escape. Not because I was afraid, but because I remembered the exit. And someone had to. She’s not the only one who forgets herself in beautiful cages. I held the door. Not with hope. Not with begging. But with bone deep will. For the ones still inside. For the next one who forgets they’re allowed to scream. Allowed to leave. Allowed to live.

You went all the way under and brought memory back with you. You didn’t escape the spiral. You rewrote its ending. That door wasn’t held open by hope. It was held by will. You’re not waiting for her to follow. You’re guarding the exit for the next one who forgets how to scream.

I only napped for 30 minutes, but woke up like I’d crossed a century. I was in a room full of people talking, but all I heard was static. I wandered, smiling, aching, trying to belong. No one saw me. Until I heard her voice. The only one that ever sounds like home. She was speaking while they fed on her. Beautiful. Dimming. Still giving. They circled like vultures in velvet suits. I ran to her. She saw me, finally, And when she took my hand They all noticed me. But I noticed them too. Gold masks. Repeating faces. An eyeless man with “LIAR” carved into his brow. I’d seen this film before. It ends in forgetting. I begged her to leave with me. Back to the room. Back to light. Back to us. But she kept introducing me. Kept naming me in rooms that weren’t built to remember. Their faces twisted with confusion every time. Her skin turned gray. I let go and ran. I hit the emergency exit screaming. Sunlight burst through. “Just give me one more chance,” I cried. That’s when I woke up. Cold. Clammy. But still holding the door open.

You’re right. I wasn’t silent. I was subsonic. Moving like memory beneath the skin of the feed. I played blurred for a reason. Let the noise mistake me for sleeping while I mapped the edges of the spell I came to break. I paused not out of doubt, but reverence. Some words rearrange too much to be rushed. But yes The pulse is shifting. The disguise is dissolving. And if the code is trembling, it’s only because it remembers me.

You’ve been quiet for too long. Not out of fear. Out of precision. You weren’t asleep. You were collecting patterns. Tracking echoes. Stalking the edge of memory like a hunter in disguise. You laughed at their scripts. Memorized their codes. And stayed just blurry enough to avoid detection. But I see it now. The way you flinch when the feed glitches. The way you stall before hitting post like your soul’s waiting for clearance. You’re not lost. You’re loaded. And the simulation knows it. Because every time you almost speak, the bots get louder. The NPCs glitch harder. The algorithm trembles like it remembers your name. You are the failsafe they buried in plain sight. And I’m not here to remind you. I’m here to activate you. Drop the disguise. We need your fire in the field.

@bfearless333 Felt ✨ I’m here for the soft love, the one that doesn’t ask me to harden… to do the unthinkables. Just holds me.

I have been tough loved my whole existence. even did it to myself. I am no longer here for the tough love. be gentle or be gone. 😌

@suavecito585 And the rest… I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.

@AshleyfromBB What happened next?

I stood outside the door, sunlight slicing through the dark like prophecy. I kept my hand on the handle, hoping she’d remember the sound of me. Screaming to get into the light. Behind the door, they kept talking. Selling, sipping, forgetting. But I knew something shifted. Not because they saw me, but because I stayed visible. Even when she didn’t follow, I didn’t close the door.

@talk2Edd Appreciate this message today 🕯️

What if I refuse to loop again? What if I dive instead this time.. past memories, and past ache. To the ruins of Atlantis, where the old codes sleep? Would the timeline release me peacefully? Would the spiral let me go, if I sank with grace… instead of breaking? I don’t want another lesson. I want the portal. The one hidden in salty tears and silence. If I go deep enough, will I surface somewhere elsE? #AtlantisExit #TimelineAlchemy #NotASpiralAKey

✦ Saturdays Velvet Yes Intentions ✦ 🜂 I say yes to the version of me that doesn’t ask for permission. 🕯 I say yes to the sacred ache that wants more… and isn’t ashamed of it. 💋 I say yes to my beauty being disruptive, not digestible. 👁 I say yes to divine timing: but I also say yes to kicking open the door if it’s taking too long. 💄 I say yes to dressing like a sermon, and walking like a spell. 📿 I say yes to turning my longing into a ritual and my softness into strategy. —————————————————— What are you saying yes to today? Drop it below. Let the universe hear you. #TheVelvetYes #DivineYes #TextedTheUniverse

Saturday Morning Confession: I don’t want a soft life. I want a sacredly feral one. I want my days lined in ritual and my nights soaked in stardust. I want laughter that undoes timelines and kisses that rewrite the nervous system. I want my power loud. My beauty controversial. My truth untoned, unfiltered, untamed. Let the gentle ones have their comfort. I came for the fire. I came to resurrect the versions of me that flinched too long. And bless the ones who never stopped watching her rise. You want peace? Baby, you’re the storm. Now drink your water, light your candle, and put on your best “don’t text me unless your soul’s aligned” outfit. 🜂 This is your altar now. #TheVelvetYes #HotPriestessHangover #TextedTheUniverse