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Three different hair colors and styles in one week. Might be gone tomorrow. R.I.P.
🥀🖤💋

#RockChic #AlternativeGlamour #RockAndRollStyle #TattooedModel #GlamourPortrait taken in GHOST MODE by @yorewound

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Equal parts angel + instigator. ☀️ A glamorous portrait of a blonde woman with voluminous, softly waved hair, smoky eye makeup, and intricate chest tattoos, wearing a black lace top against a neutral background. Moody, alternative-rock-inspired styling with a confident, slightly mischievous expression. by @yorewound

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Pestana Palace: where history feels like a fairytale. ✨🏰🇵🇹

Favorite place I’ve stayed in thus far.

Originally built in 1890 as the private residence of the Marquis of Valle Flôr, this palace was designed by Italian architect Nicola Bigaglia and later completed by José Ferreira da Costa. Its interiors blend French and European decorative traditions, with grand salons, marble, frescoes, stained glass, and ornate details throughout.

Today, the former Palácio de Valle Flôr is home to Pestana Palace Lisboa, a five-star hotel and National Monument — essentially a living piece of Lisbon’s history. ✨

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“Let us remember: within us, there is a palace of immense magnificence.”

— Teresa of Ávila

#PestanaPalace #PalacioPestana #LisbonPortugal #PortugalTravel #PalaceInteriors taken in Pestana Palace Lisboa by @yorewound

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Väikesed rõõmud ♡ ˚ ✧ Close-up portrait of Darja with softly curled retro blonde hair, blue-gray eyes, colorful floral tattoos, and warm golden lighting. taken in Wandering Soul by @yorewound

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13 days ago

Posing for @thistleandspire ♥️ It’s important to show the real person behind the image with AI everywhere.

I get asked if I’m AI often, and honestly… it’s fury-inducing.

I’m also a photographer, model, and editor for fun. I do creative editing because I love the theatrical. It’s historically been my favorite form of modeling as well. That’s my personal style, but my images are created from real photographs.

Also, this piece can be worn as a corset, which makes it even more versatile. ♥️

Being sexy is easy. Being ART is not.

Anyway, here’s some behind-the-scenes footage while I finish editing the final images.

#ThistleAndSpire #Lingerie #LingerieModel #Corset #EditorialModel by @yorewound

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17 days ago

Moto. Music. Me. What more do you need? 💋 Saw @Igorrr live. My father’s name was Igor, too. Miss him every day. 🖤 Only show I haven’t bailed on in over a year. Missed Acid Bath, Be’lakor and King Parrot. The last two are Aussie, check ’em out!

I used to be strictly into crotch rockets and sport-touring bikes, but after living in the Midwest, I developed a serious appreciation for cruisers. 🏍️

I’m a cowgirl. California Widow: an old Wild West term from the California Gold Rush. My favorite contraction is y’all, and my Southern drawl comes back whenever I’m in the South. The first place I lived in America was Texas. I grew up watching Western films with my dad, and I’ve always wanted a Colt Single Action Army with ivory grips, like the classic Western revolvers.

I’ve been asked to be on a lot of reality TV shows, and the only one I would have considered was Farmer Wants a Wife, the Australian version. I mean… they have actual cowboys. 🤠

Can you tell I love Pamela Anderson in Barb Wire? 😉

Maybe it’s because the whole Southern ranching and cowboy culture is so foreign to Estonian culture. It’s exotic and sexy to me.

Yeehaw. 🤠

#Igorrr #HarleyDavidson #SteelHorse #Cowgirl #BikerBabe taken in The Vic Theatre by @yorewound

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21 days ago

The dead leave us with a strange inheritance: everything they taught us, and nowhere to put it.

Some ghosts are not meant to be exorcised, only carried.

Grief is the price we pay for having loved someone who mattered.

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I’ve been going through something regarding my father’s death. If my heart can take it, I’ll share that soon. Every time I try, I just cry.

#NightPhotography #SailorLife #YachtClubLife #Melancholy #Moonlit by @yorewound

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a month ago

If you’re not scared, you’re not going fast enough. 🏁

“You look like you’re wearing pajamas/lingerie outside.” That’s the point, honey. 😂💋
My house-hunting ensemble.

#KenBlock #MotorsportLifestyle #RacingStyle #MotorcycleBabe #WomenInMotorsport by @yorewound

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Divine by nature. Dangerous by choice. 𓆩♡𓆪

I’m not the kind of package you handle with care. I’m the kind you call a bomb squad for. 💅

P.S. All my pajamas are bridal. 🦢

#ApexPredator #NoBrakes #DarkFeminine #DarkGlamour #TattooedBeauty taken in Banned From Heaven by @yorewound

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a month ago

your lips, my lips… apocalypse ♡ ⋆｡˚

somewhere between surrender
and pursuit lies desire;
the world loses its edges,
and wanting becomes a kind of faith.

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morning coffee after a long-distance sail.

there’s something special about being awake
when everyone else is asleep.

i always get up to watch the sunrise when I sail.
but I love the hours before it too,
when the world goes quiet,
and for a little while,
the night feels like it belongs to no one
but you.

#SeaWitch #CertifiedSailor #AlmostCaptain #WomenWhoSail #Motorsport Mermaid taken in Your Heartbeat by @yorewound

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a month ago

Swipe → 🖤 Let’s normalize low-maintenance enemies, lovers and friendships.

My phone is permanently on Do Not Disturb. Notifications are off. I rarely text, call, email, comment, or DM. Getting my phone number is like becoming an F1 driver. Not impossible, but unlikely.

Sure, I miss opportunities. But I also miss a lot of stress.

Silence is my default setting. Please don’t take it personally.

I don’t need the good mornings and good nights. I don’t need “I love you” repeated every day. I don’t need someone constantly telling me they miss me, or affection delivered on a punctualized schedule.

If I know you love me, I believe you.

I recognize love by its presence, not its repetition.

I don’t measure love in frequency. I don’t measure closeness in correspondence.

I believe in intimacy without ownership. Vulnerability without dependency. Devotion without ritual.

The people I love are not possessions. They are autonomous human beings. They choose me, and I choose them.

I don’t need to possess someone to love them. I don’t need access to someone every day to feel secure in what we are. I don’t need to consume someone’s time to feel close to them. I don’t need their constant attention to know that I matter.

I don’t confuse proximity with intimacy, or distance with disconnection.

I believe you can love someone deeply and still leave them entirely free.

Some of us don’t need constant proof. We need truth.

I don’t need love narrated to me every day. I don’t need it performed in order to believe it’s real.

I believe in being deeply connected without being constantly connected.

And perhaps that’s the paradox:

I may disappear from the phone.

I don’t disappear from the people I love.

#Autonomy #EmotionalMaturity #LowMaintenance #SecureAttachment #HealthyRelationships taken in Sunshine & Lollipops by @yorewound

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a month ago

Swipe 🔪 I’m not always good, but I’m honest about my badness.

I used to be good to the point of self-sacrifice, almost martyrdom.

There’s a certain kind of person who learns to survive suffering by becoming useful: the nurse, the veterinarian, the nonprofit worker, the one who saves everyone but themselves.

I was some of those things.

When suffering is imposed on you against your own will, especially in toxic, abusive, unstable circumstances, goodness can become a survival strategy.

You learn to give, to endure, to forgive, to put yourself last without even realizing you’re doing it. You take on the caretaker role.

But I did the work. I stopped confusing self-sacrifice with goodness. I fixed what was mine to fix, many years ago.

Because ultimately, it’s our own personal responsibility. Even when you are a victim, you still have to take accountability for yourself.

That’s the hard part for most people: no crutches, no excuses, no hiding behind what was done to you.

Looking inward. Facing the uncomfortable truths. Taking personal responsibility for fixing what others broke.

And eventually, the tides turned.

I’ve always stood for what’s right, and I’ve always stood up for myself and for others. But now I’m a cross between a lap cat and a dragon.

I call things out. I challenge people. I hold up a mirror, and not everyone likes what they see.

I’ve always believed the world tiptoes around people far too much, protecting them from necessary truths they might actually need to hear.

They excuse behavior with “that’s just how they are,” or “they went through this or that.”

Sit your ass down, son.

I’ve gone through every hellstorm imaginable, and I’ve never chosen to become a piece of shit because of it.

What happens to you may shape you, but what you choose to become is still yours.

That choice defines you, how you see yourself, what you believe you deserve, and what you think you’re owed.

So I’ll always take one for the team. Not because I’m cruel, but because I’d rather be authentic than comfortable.

Comfort was a luxury. I had to fight for it tooth and nail in life.

#SelfAwareness #PersonalResponsibility #OwnYourStory #NoMoreExcuses #InnerStrength taken in A Beautiful Retribution by @yorewound

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