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One last of yesterday's pictures.
Never had I a companion of mankind; the trees were my guardians and the forests. The Sun was my lover, I shone for him as a mirror. An angel amidst whispering poplars, like God's spirit above the waters.
Again, this is an old picture, I found it on a laptop that I no longer use.
This is how the little boy became a girl
Black And White
This picture was taken with an old push-button cell phone
Long ago, some fairy turned me into a bride, but definitely not on the subway!
This selfie was taken on a bus
With my mother.
My mother accepted me and didn't throw me out when I had nowhere to go.
Climbing the fence
I was a radiant angel Above the distant secret hills
I thought it would last forever But it flashes only for a moment, Like the sunbeam among passing clouds.
This is me in an old picture
I don't have any more pictures from the old times, I think this is the last one. And I don't really dare to make new ones anymore. I don't want to say goodbye to you yet, so maybe I'll just reblog from now on and occasionally write. I love everyone!
Kim Petras
I'm so in love! She is my Goddess.
When I was young and happy.
In this picture, I'm a little over 30. I was still taking hormones back then, but overall, it's a well-captured moment. I didn't always look like this. It was a beautiful summer, too bad it's over. It was all like some magical evocation. I wanted to summon someone who dwells deep within me. Her otherworldly beauty is unbearable for mortals, but once, when I accidentally caught a glimpse of it, it felt like the end of the world had come in that moment. Something long lost stirred a profound, ancient nostalgia, something that still shapes my dreams.
Everyone knows that the souls of porcelain dolls wander around at night, and their fragile porcelain bodies are only there to mark their place so they can find their way back to us in the morning.
Many times I dream that I am also just a porcelain doll, sitting motionless among the pillows of the bed. I don't need to move, yet everything around me spins. It's enough just my presence, which is so intense, so radiant, that it's enough for the world to take shape around it.
This presence is our overself.
When I was 14, I looked like I was 10. When I was 20, I looked like I was 16. It was very painful back then. Now, at X4, I think I could turn this into an advantage if I gather the courage and take more pictures of myself. Maybe I'll be blonde again, I don't know. But I don't want to give up everything again, like I did over five years ago.
I have a driver's license for a large motorcycle, I can even drive a 1000cc machine, but I'm not really good at it.
Looking at your pictures, it's like I've been crying for a thousand years. The sky fell and the rain buried me with tears. I'm cold without you, the sun shines cold, and the grip of the cold grows stronger every day. I have never seen such a beautiful human face I've been living in a dream since I saw you I love you, but I only have your pictures left And time slowly freezes around me.
I don't know if there are other things as beautiful as my dreams. I am sure that my dreams are not only truer, but also more real than the facts. For some reason, like everyone else, I consider the dry shadow world of facts to be real. I watch the shadow figures in Plato's cave. If I turn away from it, I myself become an angel who is androgynous. Someone said that the name "Radiant" doesn't really express who I am. The name Bliss is much more expressive for me. For now, I don't dare or can't call myself that. Because Bliss is quite a meaningful name. Understanding our dreams requires a different kind of logic than the positivist logic and exact thinking that focuses on facts. Only a visionary poet can penetrate this sphere like Vates Lesbia - Sappho
