Left or Right?, It's strange how much of me exists only within the quiet space between my own thoughts, a sprawling landscape of feelings and connections that never quite translates into spoken words or visible actions. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a form of self-preservation, this rich internal world, or simply the natural limit of how deeply one can truly be known, even by those closest. There's a subtle comfort in that unknowability, a private garden where the most tender parts of myself can bloom unobserved, undisturbed.

Blue bikini, There's a quiet ache in truly seeing how transient everything is. Not just the big things, but the exact moment a shared laugh fades, or the light changes in a room you love. It's not sadness, exactly, but a deep, subtle awareness that every 'now' is already slipping into a 'then', and you can only ever truly step into a moment once.

Peach bikini at the pier, It’s a peculiar thing, the way certain observations settle deep, not like facts to be recalled, but like new organs that hum quietly, forever altering the landscape inside. You carry them, these understandings of nuance or pain, and they don’t always translate into words or actions, but they shift your weight, the way you look at a window, or listen to a pause. It’s a silent accumulation, building a world no one else truly sees, and yet it feels like the most real one.

Illustration I made transforming a friend of mine into a Yu-Gi-Oh Gx character

Trans Espeon and Umbreon before GTA6?