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Totally straight ❤️💜❤️💜 :

I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart and soul. Perhaps seeing was never meant to belong to the eyes alone. The eyes capture appearances, but they can never grasp the quiet gravity of a presence. Some people enter a room, while others change the room simply by existing. There is something about him that refuses to be explained, something that cannot be measured by words, appearance, or reputation. It is a presence that speaks in silence, a force that asks for nothing yet commands everything. The more you try to define it, the more it escapes language, because some things are not meant to be understood, only felt. Perhaps that is what it means to truly see someone: not to witness them with your eyes, but to recognize the unspoken weight they carry. A man known by many, yet understood by none.

callom :

let the intro go bro 😭

𝑀𝒥 𓅓 :

crzgo_ :

Don’t have to see to know he’s there

Generic_guy :

After all the gore in folk valley, seeing all these edits is like drinking a bottle of water after being trapped in the desert. It’s the most refreshing thing ever, this is my new favourite trend

Matyx_cz :

I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart and soul. Maybe seeing isn't just about looking with the first sense. But truly feeling what's there with what you know is. A Man, known by many. Yet known by none.

Umfe :

I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart and soul. Perhaps seeing was never meant to belong to the eyes alone. The eyes capture appearances, but they can never grasp the quiet gravity of a presence. Some people enter a room, while others change the room simply by existing. There is something about him that refuses to be explained, something that cannot be measured by words, appearance, or reputation. It is a presence that speaks in silence, a force that asks for nothing yet commands everything. The more you try to define it, the more it escapes language, because some things are not meant to be understood, only felt. Perhaps that is what it means to truly see someone: not to witness them with your eyes, but to recognize the unspoken weight they carry. A man known by many, yet understood by none.

a_d111 :

we arent worthy enough to see him

Astro :

I love cat land central

Ben :

I can see him. Not with my eyes, but with my heart, with my soul, maybe seeing isn’t always believing, if I believe he’s here, but I can’t see he’s here, how can I know he’s here? What if our souls are our true guides, our memory, our mind, our resolve, our compassion, are all bits of what make us….us, to forsake our souls, is to resign to an artificial life we truly despise in every sense of the definition, in my compassion, I pray he would be here, in my resolve, I will wait for him, if he isn’t, in my memory, I remember when I could and couldn’t see him, yet felt his presence, and in my mind, I know he’s been here all along, he is us, we are each other, I am you, you are me, we are one. Our humanity, is not based on our body, the ship of Theseus, is not a different ship, because of new wood, it is based on the soul, we are only us, because of the soul, it exists, because we made it a soul, the beauty in nature, is not what we see, but what we feel

Siffy :

i guess my mortal eyes were not made to see such beauty

Matthew | 🍊🎭 :

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