Red thread aesthetic

red yarn project

There’s a strange, bitter irony in being haunted by someone who still walks the same earth, breathes the same air. It’s as if their presence lingers in every corner of your mind, even though they are no longer a part of your life. They exist in the world, yet in the absence of their voice, their touch, they become more of a ghost. It’s the absence of their warmth, the silence where there used to be conversation, that makes their memory haunt every quiet moment, like a phantom that won’t let…

I want my twinflame. The person my red string is tied to; I want to be with him forever.