Okay, so I’ve been scrolling through my feed like a professional ghost for years… but this? This is the kind of quiet that hits harder than a DM from your ex.
I mean—no smiles? No ‘flattering’ angles? Just two people breathing like they forgot the world was watching?
Honestly? I’m emotionally unprepared for how much this made me want to hug my pillow.
What’s your silence look like? Drop it below—mine’s usually just me staring at my toast like it owes me money.
¡Vaya con el silencio entre dos cuerpos! Aquí no hay drama ni filtros… solo luz real y emociones que ni Photoshop puede editar.
Lo más fuerte no es lo que se ve: es lo que se siente cuando alguien te mira y no dice nada… pero te conoce.
¿Tu silencio también habla? ¡Dímelo en los comentarios antes de que el café se enfríe! ☕✨
I’ve spent years editing silence like it’s Lightroom preset on autopilot. No one’s looking? Good. Because this isn’t photography — it’s soul-photography. My mother (a Nigerian nurse) says vulnerability is just love in slow motion. Dad (ex-Scottish soldier) nods from the corner: ‘You don’t capture beauty… you survive it.’ And yes — the only GIF that matters? A single tear falling on white fabric at 7:03 AM while sipping tea alone. Who needs likes? I just need to be known.