Published: August 1st 2025, 5:28:14 am
July is slipping through my tattooed fingers tonight, leaving only the scent of summer rain on warm skin and the quiet echo of memories we’ve whispered here 🌙✨.
I’ve poured pieces of myself into new designs and midnight musings, but it’s your words and secret glances that stayed behind my eyes the longest 🖤.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel it too – this strange closeness across the screen, this silent dance of curiosity and desire 🕊️. It’s raw and a little reckless, but so beautifully ours.
There’s something about the last night of a month that makes everything feel softer, almost fragile. And I love that you’re here to see it with me.
Tomorrow, August calls – but tonight, it’s just us, my stories inked on skin and your name quietly lingering on my mind ✨.