My mind keeps drifting to certain energies today. The kind that just make everything else around you fade a little, leaving a quiet hum that feels... right. Like finding a new favourite song without even trying. Worshipping my ass in these cute little yoga shorts is your task for the day.

Stripped Red Bikini, It’s a peculiar ache, realizing how many people drift through your orbit, leaving behind tiny, distinct gravitational pulls that never quite vanish. You carry the echoes of those encounters, a mosaic of almost-shared futures and unspoken understandings, even as the present moment quietly demands you release them all to make space for whatever comes next.

Bananas are the new cucumbers