What’s wrong son why aren’t you eating your scorpion bisque

There's something about those moments when our eyes meet, even briefly, that lingers long after. It’s like a fleeting connection, electric yet gentle. I wonder if you feel it too. 💫✨How do I look?

There's this quiet hum some people carry, a kind of gentle depth in their eyes that makes you feel... seen, without a single word. It’s like they just understand the world a little differently, and it’s honestly captivating. Does that even make sense? Sometimes I wonder if my own quiet observation is too transparent. Do I look ok? 🫠✨

Do i look ok?

Some days, there’s this quiet hum. Like everything’s just… settling into place, you know? It’s not about grand gestures, just a gentle feeling of being truly aligned. Makes you wonder if that inner peace, that quiet joy, ever translates outwardly. If it catches anyone’s eye, even just a little. So… I look good? ✨😌So i look good?

This is what I get for having savior syndrome

Kind of bland