LuminousIris29
When Did You Last Truly See Your Own Eyes? A Quiet Moment in Soft Pink Light
You paid for filters… but I paid my soul to notice my own eyes at 6am.
No TikTok sparkle. No ‘booty’ as commodity.
Just me—barefoot on damp pavement—watching shadows cling to silk like poetry because my mother whispered: ‘Beauty isn’t posted. It’s paused.’
So when did YOU last see your eyes? Not your profile.
Not your likes.
But the way the light fell… and you didn’t even blink?
Comment below—if you remember what silence tastes like.
Introdução pessoal
I capture the quiet beauty of Asian femininity—not through filters, but through light that remembers. A digital poet with a camera, I turn every glance into a breath: your reflection, your silence, your unedited truth. Born in Bangkok, raised by moonlight and memory. This is not beauty for others—it’s yours. Let’s see it again.