The pleasure of playing lasts longer than the play. The memories mark us and change us for as long as they can. They wait to be tangled into our core, to join with the others filling our souls.
Tangled
HappyComeLucky
The public side of a shy exhibitionist.
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pretty picture and deeply relatable words ❤
How beautiful is this, the picture and the words. Just like your soul.
Fabulous marks, great words xx
A kiss of rope is a beautiful thing
Absolutely GORGEOUS … LOVE everything about this !!!
Xxx – K
I just love how that tangle of rope is a mirror to you foot, it’s like it knows it’s a part of you. And great marks, I do love me some pretty rope marks.
Oh yes absolutely. And marks both the memories and the physical ones are such wonderful things
Molly
Beautiful memory!