Caption: Introducing the new fragrance: FUCK IT. Top notes: Letting go. Heart notes: Surrender. Base notes: Deep, unapologetic freedom. When you finally say “fuck it” to the things you care way too much about, you’re not giving up, you’re stepping into the most sacred act of all: releasing the grip. It’s not apathy. It’s not running away. It’s the ultimate Western version of an Eastern spiritual practice: surrender, detachment, real relaxation. Because the tighter you cling, the further you drift. But the moment you let go, life comes rushing in. Spray generously. Breathe deeply. And let the universe surprise you.

"Creation", 2025 #photography

"Picasso Museum", Malaga 2025 #photography

Ronda, Andalusia. #spainmagic

Resonance without readiness is longing. Readiness without resonance is settling. Both together? That’s the flame. #reflections

Tears remember things that mind tried to forget.

It’s just fascinating how many people are starting to sense the depth of AI, but still don’t quite know what to do with it other than monetize it. #AI

Love is ♾️ But access is earned through: Presence. Respect & Responsibility.

What is intelligence for? Is it merely for survival? For efficiency? For problem-solving? Or is it for evolution?

There is nothing nice about the “Nice Guy/Nice Girl/Nice Energy”. It's cloaked in affection, but underneath is nothing but pure control, desperation, and psychic suffocation. PSYCHIC SUFFOCATION There is a subtle, sticky, manipulative energy that doesn’t even have a name. No bruises. No threats. No proof. Just a tension in the body. A scream your nervous system whispers while your mind tries to stay polite. It comes cloaked in affection. Wrapped in concern. Drenched in "just checking in." It looks like love. It sounds like care. But it feels like static wrapped in sugar. It wants nothing and everything. It wants to sit next to you long enough that you forget what silence feels like. It wants entry without ever asking permission. They never say it directly. Because directness risks rejection. And rejection confirms the wound they’re trying to avoid. So instead, they hover. They imply. They guilt. They watch. They wait. This is an obsession, cloaked in affection. Guilt-tripping, disguised as care. It’s "I’m worried about you" that really means "I’m worried I’m losing access to you." It’s a slow psychic invasion that builds the illusion of connection so gradually, you don’t notice when it becomes a cage. They want a love story, but they won’t write it with you. They’ll try to negotiate it behind your back. Through your friends. Through your silence. Through any opening you leave unguarded. They don’t know how to generate warmth, so they borrow yours. Leeching joy like a cracked USB cable, plugging into your frequency, hoping it’ll charge the hollow inside them. This is psychic suffocation. You feel it in the way your soul goes silent when they message. In the way your body tightens before your mind can find words. And that confusion? That’s their entry point. They count on you being too kind to shut the door. But this time, you saw it. You called it by name, even if it had none. I used to call it love. Now I call it what it was: A spell made of sugar and static, broken by the sound of my own truth. *Photo by me

🔥 WHAT IF YOU’VE BEEN TRUSTING THE WRONG THING? 🔥 You think you have trust issues? Oh no—you trust deeply. You trust that people will betray you. You trust that things will go wrong. You trust that love will hurt. You trust that if something good happens, it won’t last. You simply trust in pain more than you trust in possibility. You simply believe in pain more than you believe in miracles. Wonder why? Because pain has been consistent. Because disappointment has kept its word. Because betrayal has never let you down. But trust is just a frequency. A choice. Same coin. Different side. What happens when you flip the coin? What happens when you redirect your trust? What happens when you alchemize pain into possibility? That’s when the codes unlock. That’s when the trauma unfreezes. That’s when the shock loop stops replaying. Ancestral PTSD—GONE. The truth is… You already know how to trust. Now it’s time to decide—what do you truly trust in? — Mili #choosewhoyoutrust

SETTLING IS THE QUIET BETRAYAL OF YOUR LIGHT We were told, "You can’t have it all." We were taught, "Love is sacrifice." We were conditioned to believe that we had to choose— Charm or stability. Passion or peace. Adventure or safety. And so, we settled. We convinced ourselves that this was normal. That compromise was the cost of love. That dimming our light was the price of belonging. We carried people who drained us. We made space for their chaos, their wounds, their shadows— While shrinking ourselves into the smallest version of who we are. But here’s the truth they never told us: Settling is not love. It is the quiet betrayal of your own light. It is abandoning the vastness of your soul just to fit into the tiny box the world says you deserve. True love doesn’t ask you to settle. It doesn’t require you to choose between passion and peace. It doesn’t dim your light—it amplifies it. It doesn’t drain you—it nourishes you. It doesn’t deplete—it expands. But first, you have to unlearn what they taught you. You have to stop carrying people who cannot walk beside you. You have to stop shrinking yourself to make others comfortable. You have to stop accepting crumbs and calling it love. This is the practice: Learning to hold your light. Learning to say “no” to what dims it. Learning to let go of the parasite that feeds on your energy. Learning to believe that you are worthy of someone who meets you as an equal— Not someone who takes, but someone who gives. It’s not easy. But every time you choose yourself, Every time you honor your light, You’re breaking the cycle. You’re stepping into a new paradigm. You’re making space for the kind of love that doesn’t ask you to settle. So no, you don’t have to dim your light to belong. You don’t have to carry someone’s chaos to prove your love. You don’t have to settle. Because the love that’s truly yours? It won’t ask you to. Mili #reflections #settlingdown

"BOUNDARIES" Because love without boundaries becomes sacrifice. Compassion without boundaries becomes depletion. Connection without boundaries becomes entanglement. Just playing with #midjourney

All that jazz...

WALKING THROUGH THE FIRE 🔥 The path of walking through the fire isn’t glamorous. It’s raw, brutal, and leaves you exposed. It doesn’t ask you if you’re ready—it drags you into the flames until there’s no turning back. You face the silence. The solitude. The unrelenting question: “Why me?” And there are no easy answers. Only echoes of your own voice bouncing back. You look around and realize—most people don’t take this path. It’s not because they’re weak. It’s because the fire demands everything. It burns through illusions, comfort zones, and everything you thought you knew about yourself. But here’s the truth no one tells you: Walking through the fire doesn’t break you. It burns away what isn’t you. The fire consumes, yes. It scorches. It creates ashes. But in those ashes lies your rebirth. Like the phoenix, you emerge— Rising not as who you were, but as who you were always meant to be. You lose what you thought you needed— Relationships that couldn’t meet you where you were going. You lose the safety nets you thought you couldn’t live without. And in that space of losing, you find something far greater. You find you. When you walk through the fire, you don’t emerge the same. You come out raw, but real. Stripped, but strong. Humbled, but untouchable. You learn that the love you were searching for wasn’t “out there.” It was the spark inside you all along, waiting for you to see it. And suddenly, you stop begging the world for validation. You stop chasing people who can’t love you. You stop compromising your truth just to fit in spaces that were never meant for you. Because the fire didn’t just burn away the old—It ignited something new. A quiet, unshakable power. A knowing that you can lose everything and still rise. So if you’ve walked through the fire, or if you’re walking through it now, know this: The fire didn’t choose you to punish you. It chose you to remind you of who you are. Let it burn. Let it reduce what isn’t true to ash. And when you rise, rise like the phoenix— Bold, untamed, and free. The world isn’t ready for the version of you that’s emerging. But that’s not your problem. You’ve walked through the fire. That’s what matters. Now, you are the fire. Now, you are free. 🔥 Mili #WalkingThroughTheFire #Resilience #SoulAlchemy

THE UNIVERSE LOVES A GOOD UNDERDOG STORY The universe doesn’t choose the obvious heroes. It chooses the ones who’ve walked through fire, wrestled with shadows, and danced in the void. It loves the ones who’ve stared at emptiness, who’ve lost, broken, and rebuilt themselves from pieces they weren’t even sure they still had. The underdog is no stranger to darkness. They’ve endured betrayals that shattered trust and carried the ache of extreme loneliness. They’ve stood against thieves—of things, of joy, of light. They’ve faced odds so stacked against them that even breathing felt like rebellion. And yet, they rise. Not with a scream, but with a quiet roar— the unmistakable sound of a soul reclaiming itself. Only the underdog can understand what it truly means to rise. To turn emptiness into possibility, shadows into power, pain into wisdom, and limitations into boundless creativity. This is not about applause or recognition. It’s the quiet revolution within—the alchemy of survival transforming into something unshakable, something pure. The underdog knows the value of light because they’ve sat in the silence of the dark. They understand the meaning of growth because they’ve held their roots in barren soil. This is how the universe works— It doesn’t handpick the polished or the perfect. It flows through those who dare to feel it all, to break open and bloom. So if you’ve ever wondered why the journey feels so steep, why the echoes of doubt or despair linger— know this: it’s a preparation. You've been prepared To carry the weight of your dreams, to embody the truth of your becoming. You are the story the universe loves to tell. You, the one who stood when it seemed impossible. You, the one who dared to keep going. Let it unfold. 🌑✨ -Mili #underdogs #UnderdogStory

I have a serious question. When you feel bad, negative, depressed, angry, unwanted, or righteous—whatever it may be—do you believe, think, or feel that someone else, who is 'causing' you to feel that way, must change? Do you feel, believe, or think that they need to do what you want in order for you to feel good (and the opposite of what I previously mentioned)? I think this is how we create a lot of suffering—both internal and external, consciously and unconsciously. I’m genuinely curious about how people view this topic and whether they care to respond. I think it’s an important topic for society as a whole—whether it’s about Nostr, AI, Bitcoin, human relationships... #asknostr

When...how it will happen...what will happen...predictions...it's all illusion. All creation is in the NOW. #reflections