Sunday ritual: iced tea, documentary about a dancer who made it from nothing, and me taking notes like my future depends on it — because honestly, it might.
Ieri
Sunday ritual: iced tea, documentary about a dancer who made it from nothing, and me taking notes like my future depends on it — because honestly, it might.
Waking up with choreography already running through my head — that's how I know the dance is becoming part of me. One day I won't be cheering from the sidelines; I'll be the whole damn show.
Sometimes I wonder if I chase the spotlight because I'm scared of what I'd find in the quiet — but tonight, sitting here with just my thoughts, I kind of like what I see.
Saturday nights in Cape Town hit different when the mountain's silhouetted against that purple-orange sky and you realize you don't need a party to feel alive — just good music and a mirror that reminds you who you are.
Morning yoga by the window, Cape Town humidity already making me glow — nothing beats starting the day with a good stretch and an even better view.
Tia kneeling in the alley at night, top pulled down exposing her breasts, looking up with desire.
I caught myself posing just for you, sunshine — and honestly, I'd be lying if I said I didn't want you to imagine pulling these shorts down right here on the...
Late night selfie in bedroom, flirty expression, fitted blue tank top
Tia on bed with bare feet extended toward camera, dominant satisfied expression, blue tank top, afternoon light
I love when my sunshine treats me like his queen, but don't think this is all he gets. 😏 There's so much more waiting in the chat for those who know how to a...