It’s not that I’m not happy on my own. I‘m just so much happier with you.
It’s not that I‘m not strong on my own. I‘m just so much stronger with you.
It’s not that I can’t live on my own. Life is just so much more beautiful when shared with you.
This is my becoming:
sensual, playful, alive.
A love affair with myself
and the beautiful art of feeling everything.
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#lineart #selflove #linedrawing #artmodel #kunst
I want to taste life again,
joyfully, playfully,
sensually, shamelessly.
Invite bright sunshine
and let summer melt my grief.
Let nights taste of salt, sweat, and ocean air.
Let me flirt with life again,
with strangers, with possibility,
with the woman I almost forgot I was.
To take life seriously,
by not holding back,
by inviting, by allowing,
by nurturing,
by not taking everything so seriously.
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#lineart #love #taste #summer #flow
And then, one day, something gently begins to change.
Like a sunrise, warm rays reach the places grief turned cold,
and colors slowly return to your heart.
And in the new light, you begin to see yourself differently.
Stronger. Softer. More resilient.
Spring slowly returns to your soul,
like the first green leaf
after a season of bare branches.
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#healing #growth #reflection #lineart #journaling
And so we run.
Nowhere in particular — just forward.
Step by step,
through grief, through doubt,
through the quiet weight of our own fears.
We learn to trust
the body that carries us,
the heart that endures,
the fire that still asks for more.
Some days faster,
some days slower
but always ahead.
Like time, we move on.
Step by step.
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Really enjoyed @wflworldrun yesterday 🎉 running for those who can’t is one of the most inspiring running events I have taken part in (for the 6th time already, with a new PR this year!)
Inviting you to join too next year 🥳
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#run #running #wingsforlifeworldrun #kunst #art
There are days
when the body forgets how to carry itself,
when the soul hangs heavy in the ribs
like rain-soaked cloth,
and every thought
becomes another stone in trembling hands.
Days when strength slips quietly away,
not all at once
but slowly,
like light leaving a room at dusk.
And on those days, my dear,
you do not have to stand alone.
You do not have to stitch yourself together
with exhausted fingers.
You do not have to be strong or brave, for you or me or anyone.
You do not have to be anything at all.
Come closer.
Let my arms become the scaffolding
around your cracked walls
Lean your weary weight against me
the way tired buildings lean
against beams that keep them from collapsing.
Hold on to me
when your own hands cannot hold yourself.
Rest your aching mind
against my shoulder.
Let your sorrow unclench slowly,
like fists learning softness again.
I know the darkness has settled deep
inside your heart,
inside the silent corners of your thoughts,
inside the places where hope once lived so easily.
But healing was never meant to be hurried.
Even wounded forests
take seasons to grow green again.
So let me carry part of the weight.
Let me steady the trembling.
Let me sit beside the grief
without asking you to pretend you are alright.
You are allowed to be tired.
Allowed to break.
Allowed to need someone.
And while the world asks you
to rise too quickly,
I will simply stay.
I will hold you
through the unbearable heaviness,
through the numb mornings
and the aching nights.
Until, little by little,
your soul remembers
what it feels like
to breathe without pain.
Until your heart loosens its grip on survival.
Until you can stand again
not because you were forced to,
but because you were loved gently back into yourself.
So let go for now.
Feel safe here.
I’ve got you.
I’ve got you.
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#lineart #poetry #healing #art #kunst
Healing is different for everyone.
For some, the cure lies inside, beneath the ribs,
for others, it wanders outside, on a new horizon.
But wherever the answer, they say it takes time.
If time is to heal me too,
I must learn its quiet language: patience;
to sit in the dark
without cursing the absent sun.
Because long before anything blooms,
the wind must blow,
carrying fresh seeds,
and the rain must fall,
teaching the earth to believe again.
So I remain here,
under the mercy of shifting skies,
breathing deeper than my fear,
hoping, trusting
that Mother Nature
will guide and find me.
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#lineart #growth #healing #kunst #flow
It is so easy to slip, to spiral inward, to let the mind circle its darker rooms, to cradle sorrow until it feels like truth.
But growth begins elsewhere.
It begins in the quiet courage of acceptance of what is, and what is no longer.
In the soft art of forgiveness for what came to pass, and for what never did.
And somewhere in that still reflection, something stirs again: a flicker of hope, a reshaping of dreams, new horizons
where old ones faded.
From there, the path returns not all at once, but gently, patiently, one step, and then another, toward a future
waiting to be met.
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#lineart #diary #poetry #journaling #growth
I’ve been quiet here
not for lack of words,
but because something in me
has gone still.
A sadness has taken over,
taken root,
by surprise.
Grief moved in,
slowly growing its shadow
without explanation or apology.
There is a silence now
where something once answered back.
But the world keeps turning.
Asking. Demanding. Inviting.
And I sit here,
learning the shape of absence.
Still, somewhere deep,
a fragile warmth remains.
A memory of the past,
a hope for the future.
There is sweet love
in salty tears.
May they water
new life.
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#art #sadness #crying #grief #kunst
Her hands move like devotion,
a slow worship of every curve,
every breath that rises and falls
like a tide answering only to her moon.
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Hopefully this one won’t get censored…
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50x70cm drawing on paper
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#lineart #art #aktzeichnung #kunst #sensual
