Heartbeat and resus lover. M. UK.

Listen to my heart as it fights to pump correctly, skipping away in my chest as it begs for your mercy after each experiment have only worsen its condition.

Just look at her, how pathetic it can’t even beat a minute without stumbling over itself… just imagine how bad can it get? It’s calling for another experiment…

|| Recorded this when my heart suddenly went crazy… wonder if I can record more… sorry for the bad quality! Hope you enjoy my failing little beats…

Quel momento in cui lo stetoscopio mi bacia la pelle…

That moment when the stethoscope kisses my skin…

Punch my chest, stumble the beats under every hit that goes directly to my chest. Paint it yellow, red or purple, bruise my chest as if it was a mark that you have claimed and damaged my poor pump.

Home alone.

So show me that which I cannot see

Even if it hurts me

Even if I can’t sleep

Oh, and though we act out our holy duty to be constantly awake

(Sleep Token, Chokehold)

Fiaba della buonanotte.

Bedtime story.

Heartbeat

Ad un amico mostro questa foto e chiedo "che ne pensi?"

"Questa è stetofilia, la visualizzazione del piacere, che hai ripetutamente ammesso, che provi nel "manipolare" lo Stetoscopio con un più una sfumatura di meditazione.

La postura a gambe incrociate rafforza l'aspetto meditativo e l'abbigliamento nero a pelle è molto zen e quindi meditativo. "

​It seems Roxie wants to spam your feed this week... but let’s be honest, once you’ve tasted blood, there’s no stopping. 🧛‍♀️

​She’s been a bit of a rebel lately—skipping, racing, and demanding attention like the little narcissistic masterpiece she is. We’re heading into the weekend with a high-pressure rhythm, and we hope you are too.

​Tell me... do you have a specific cardio ritual for the weekend? Or are you like me—constantly stealing away for a "quick listen" whenever the urge hits? 🫦

​Listen closely to the stutter in her prose. She’s not just keeping me alive; she’s putting on a show.