And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And all this devotion was rushing out of me And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me Though the pressure's hard to take It's the only way I can escape (Never let me go, never let me go)

A little springtime throwback. I’m ready for warm weather.

Moody Monochrome Monday courtesy of @thebeardandlens.bsky.social

More like an anima crawling into a cave than a romance heroine being swept away. And love, was not what I thought it was. Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social

It’s Friday night and it’s kicking in. In that pink dress they’re gonna crucify me. Oh and you in all your vibrant youth, How could anything bad ever happen to you? You make a fool of death with your beauty and for a moment… (Pics by @michaeljbambuch.bsky.social )

Deep in work and life chaos but i was thinking today of the first time I got behind the lens and made myself the subject. I’ve improved a lot since then but I’ll always have a soft spot for these photos because it felt like a big scary thing. Do the scary thing!

Want me to love you in moderation Do I look moderate to you? Sip it slowly and pay attention. I’ve never made it with moderation No, I’ve never understood All the feeling was all or nothing And I took everything I could Can’t hold it back I can’t take the tension Oh, I’m trying to be good…🫦

Happy International Women’s Day everyone. Go say thanks to a woman (getting her wet is a bonus)

Sympathy Magic And a light coming in the window just so And the wind through my fingers The only god that I know And it does not want me on my knees to believe Head high, arms wide Aching, aching, aching, and alive Come on tear me wide open, til I’m losing my mind, til I cannot contain it…

You saw the stars put in front of you Too tempting not to touch But even though it shocked you Something’s electric in your blood (Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social )

Bedroom Hymns This is his body, this is his love Such selfish prayers and I can’t get enough

“No Light” Suffragist and journalist Ida B Wells wrote that “the way to right wrongs is to turn the light of truth upon them.” Let that remain true. (Sound on, photo by @paulmeshallow.bsky.social)

In case I haven’t been clear. I love winter. I love snow. I do NOT love 🧊 and it should be melted ASAP by whatever means works best. (This is not about weather) Photos by @bellyythebutton.bsky.social

No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love so in love with the wrong world. (Photos by @randompantsfoto.bsky.social )

You could have me if you weren’t so afraid of me. It’s funny how men don’t find power very sexy, so this one’s for the ladies. Do I drive you crazy? Too feminine to function—a pile of bodies and a trail of destruction. (One of the Greats, Florence and the Machine) 📸 by Annika Roser

I’m in the grip of a hurricane, it’s going to blow this all away. (Photos by @radical-pp.bsky.social )

And I am wound so tightly I hardly even breathe You wonder why we're hungry for some kind of release So tired of being careful So tired of being still Give me something I can crush Something I can kill And I'm afraid Oh don't let it find me And I'm powerless Oh don't remind me

Say my name, and every color illuminates. ( @michaeljbambuch.bsky.social )

Embarking on my 2026 project using the catalog of Florence and the Machine. Here’s to a year of fluid posing, moody witchy vibes, and romanticizing the hell out my life. “Made myself mythical, tried to be real” (Daffodil) Photo by Note to Self Boudoir

We love a monochrome Monday. It’s almost time to unwrap presents 👀👀 (Photo by Katherine Henry)

A late arrival. Alas I don’t know that outside of my totally legal wifey marriages that I’m actually polycule material. Except for a commune style situation where we are all sort of just hot artists? That seems good to me.

Next batch before bed. 1. A snowy cottage in Vermont 2. This question is impossible. Josephine Baker, Mara Hari, Myrna Loy? I have an endless list. 3. Slugs seem soft…but weirdly would do hot coals too. 4. I’m so sorry! I’m queer girl oriented but I appreciate you 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ok first batch. 1. Scottish Highlands 2. Awww Bebe thank you! You know I love a queer Boston girl 3. I have a specific sheer nude and black set from Fleur du Mal that I love, but I honestly also love a truly artistic nude 4. Lobster roll. A whole bottle of rose. Somehow steak tartare too?

I stopped doing these on Threads because people got weird. I’ll try here because why not? Don’t be gross babes. ngl.link/ericas_versi...

But if you’re going to make me do it, how’d you want it done? Is it best to sip it slowly, or drink it down in one?

Monochrome Monday, editing a chair tutorial.

Off to Venice and Amsterdam. Enjoy this one from a NYC shoot back in March (@stevephotos1 on IG)

Full cold moon tonight. Dress warm 🤭

Snow: Silence falls around I shiver. Delighted. Peace. A snowball hits me.

Infinite:: Moments tick away Time passes, and yet, with you Love feels infinite (One year ago today, what a wild ride)

A little bonus for a wet and rainy monochrome Monday Photos by @bellyythebutton.bsky.social

Find:: A girl wandering Seeks a long forgotten moon She finds the forest

One of my faves to shoot with 🥰

Not me telling all the people on Threads complaining about Daylight Saving Time that their issue isn’t changing the clocks twice a year but being forced to work 8 hours a day when the sun is barely even up that long. The problem is capitalism. Fuck the shareholders. Let’s be cozy instead.

Part 4: sympathy for the devil/devil triumphant

Parts 2 and 3: temptation in the garden

Eve before (during?) the fall Part 1/5 for “the fall of man”

Smile:: Moonlit smile, teeth bared The moment before you strike Kiss me through my howl

Only:: Don’t ever forget You’re not “only” anything You are everything

Agony:: The ache of absence Torturous minutes ticking Taunting me always

An oldie but a goodie— happy Full Harvest Supermoon—go howl, but in a lover girl way. 💋

Devour:: Taste. Consume. Savor. Forget your diet. Enjoy Endless ambrosia. (Photos by Note to Self studio)

Trip:: Wander old pathways Holding hands on cobblestone Whisk me away, love. (Happy First Official Day of Autumn! In this hemisphere anyway) photos by @partialtomoonlight.bsky.social

Destroy:: To be a lover, Lay bare your beating heart. Raw. And let them destroy you.

The "common good" is a set of shared values about what we owe one another as citizens who are bound together in the same society. A concern for the common good—keeping the common good in mind—is a moral attitude. It recognizes that we’re all in it together.

Contain:: Does the moon contain Her secrets or do they spill Out over us all? (Note to Self Studio, 2024)

Dip:: The lake is still, glass. The mirrored moon lights our way We dip and dive in (Photos by @partialtomoonlight.bsky.social )

Push:: “Look at me” they say “Baby I’m not close to done” Pushes me over From a couple’s selfie tutorial on Instagram, Toronto 2025 (Other model is @nicmacpherson.bsky.social)

A little “Lover” coded set in honor of the newly announced engagement of Tay Tay.

I feel like Mirror Mondays should be a thing… Reflect:: A moment in time Perfect ecstasy mirrored In your endless eyes (Photos by @bellyythebutton.bsky.social )