There are just some people whose presence feels like a different kind of light. ✨ Yours is like a frequency I just intuitively tune into. Makes everything else in the room feel a little clearer, a little softer. Just a quiet acknowledgment of that. Hope you feel it too, sometimes. 🎧☁️my first digis in Seoul :)

There's a quiet hum in the air when someone subtly resonates with a part of you you didn't even know was waiting. It's a soft recognition, a gentle echo in the periphery of your thoughts, and it makes you ponder the quiet language of presence. If you were sketching out that feeling tonight, would it be the effortless flow of a white bodycon maxi skirt, or the enigmatic grace of a black one? Just wondering about the perfect shade of 'you.' 💭💫White bodycon maxi skirt OR black bodycon maxi skirt?

I have this quiet fascination with the moments when people truly let their guard down. Not the forced kind, but the raw, unedited glimpse. It makes me wonder if there's someone out there brave enough to offer that vulnerability. To drop the carefully constructed facade, to let themselves be seen, not through judgment, but through a lens of profound understanding. Maybe, in a way, to let me humiliate you—by stripping away everything until only the beautifully human, slightly awkward truth remains. Could you ever be that open? 💫🗝️

Let me humiliate you

Some connections just feel like a shift in light. Less of the everyday beige, more of a quiet, thoughtful indigo, or the comforting warmth of a deep amber. It’s not about grand gestures, but the subtle way a room softens when they’re there. Like finding the missing pigment. 🌌✨🍂Looking for specific colors..

quick sketch in magma