Rhea Sunshine

her beauty, radiant,
she has this sweet luminescence
emitted deep from within her soul
made wholly of light
pure and casting delicate prisms
onto every surface in her presence

Wreathed in moonlight and giggles, I cradle truths like lullabies—too sharp for your ears, too sweet on my tongue. If I ever sang them, the stars might weep... and so would you.

The scent of garlic lingers in the air, a whisper of warmth, a promise of care.
For hands I cherish, hearts so true, each spice, each stir—my devotion’s brew.
Laughter will rise like steam in the air, and at our table, love is everywhere.

as another 11:11 passes, I make the same wish, and I understand, in that brief moment, the universe loves the path I'm on.

one cannot declare to be theirs what they cannot conquer. it's nothing but hubris.

She is written into me, carved deep where marrow meets memory. I am hers in ways the universe has no words for,
in the quiet pull of gravity, in the way the tides reach for the moon.

The weapon may sever chains, but the key was never bound by them. Liberation isn't only won in battle, but earned when you step through that door.

Love feels less like falling and more like remembering—like I’ve known her in every life, in every dream, in the quiet between heartbeats.

The stars hum a secret melody only we can hear, woven between fingertips and soft laughter. The universe folds in on itself when she looks at me, and suddenly, time is just a suggestion.

heal loudly because we almost lost you silently

somewhere between twilight and dawn, i lost my balance and fell heart-first into magic

Love feels like catching fireflies at twilight—glowing, fleeting, and utterly enchanting.

I don’t compete, I just exist—and somehow, that’s enough to stand out.

I just want my cyclops to get cyclapped

while it's tangled now, it'll eventually work out to be a marvelous tapestry.

today's special is burnt soup, with smoky undertones and a pinch of despair

my tarot cards love to gossip about you!!