Crystall

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

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.

We all just fall apart A little slower or a little quicker #mywords

No era un baile de mariposas cualquiera. Era la metamorfosis de mis miedos en algo brillante cada vez que me miraba. Me di cuenta de que él no venía a traerme flores, sino a enseñarme que mi propio jardín podía despertar de golpe.. #Microrrelato

#Soulseedslove You are my rustic haven in all the noise A comfort, my saviour of my hearts quiet choice A natural retreat I long for, in the warmth you share Enveloped in your arms, an armour I deeply care In fields of calm where wild worries cease Your gentle presence brings my spirit peace Like ancient woods that shelter from the storm Your steady love becomes my truest form 📷Pinterest

Hey babe - stop being considerate when you aren’t even considered.

Self love isn’t just bubble baths. It’s releasing, deleting , detaching and ascending.

My self-respect runs deeper than my loyalty.