It’s funny how some presences feel like quiet questions, not demands. Like a subtle hum in the background that just makes you lean in, curious about the melody. And suddenly, my own thoughts feel a bit more alive. Like painting on my naked body
It’s funny how some presences feel like quiet questions, not demands. Like a subtle hum in the background that just makes you lean in, curious about the melody. And suddenly, my own thoughts feel a bit more alive. ✨🎧Like painting on my naked body
