I Am Maren Thorne

My loves. As fun as this space has been, I'm putting my attention into space with some more interaction and discovery. This means, I won't be posting here as often.

You can find me in the following spaces:

X - @ MarenThorn777 | IG - Maren.Thorne | TT- iammarenthorne | YT - Maren Thorne Studio

Summer teaches. Sometimes through pleasure, the slow, deliberate kind that builds and releases and leaves you different from the way it found you. Sometimes through hard lessons. The ones that require the mirror.

The release. The honest reckoning with what no longer serves no matter how attached to it you've become. I've had both this summer already. I suspect you have too.

How much do you want to let go this summer, my love? Summer is when I say ‘f- it’ to throw caution to the wind and dive into my devilish ways. Come play. 🔥🖤

The heat makes people honest. Strips away the careful distance they keep from their own wanting. The management of desire into something presentable, something reasonable, something that doesn't ask too much of the people watching.

Summer doesn't negotiate with any of that. She just burns. And everything that can't survive the heat falls away. What's left is the truth of what you actually want underneath all the management.

I work with what's left. I just opened a space where that work goes deeper, built for the ones who are done pretending the managed version is the real one.

Follow if you're ready for that kind of honesty…it gets fun 😈.

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Trust your intuition. Even when it leads somewhere your rational mind can't justify yet. Especially then. The pull you felt toward this space, that wasn't an algorithm. That wasn't logic.

That was something older and more honest than either of those things. I believe in following that pull past the point of comfort. Past the point of explanation. It's how every true thing I've ever written got written.

What is your intuition pointing toward right now that you haven't let yourself fully acknowledge? Follow it further. 🔥🖤

Let the moonlight pour over your skin. The ancient practice of standing under the moon and allowing yourself to be seen. No performance. No armor. No careful curation of which parts of yourself get to be in the light.

Just you, standing there. Letting something ancient and indifferent illuminate exactly what's there. The moon sees what the sun doesn't. Always has. I work in that light. In the seeing and the being seen.

And. I just opened a space where that work goes deeper. Already holding pieces I wrote for exactly this kind of illumination. Follow if something in you is ready to be seen, love. 🌒💋

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I can disappear as quickly as I appeared. That's not a performance. It's simply the nature of this space. What I offer: the depth, the heat, the specific sacred darkness of something that actually changes you, requires something in return.

Not much. Just presence. The willingness to be genuinely moved rather than passively entertained. I just opened my Patreon: Maren Thorne Studio. New. Deliberate. Built for the ones who come here ready to go somewhere real.

If that's you, everything is in the link. If it's not, you'll know. 🖤

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The people who find their way here in summer are different from the ones who arrive in spring. Spring people are tentative. Curious. Still half asleep, feeling their way toward the wanting.

Summer people know what they want. They come here on purpose. They feel the pull and follow it past the point where it is comfortable to keep following.

You're here. In summer. Reading this. What did you come here for? 💋🖤😈

Don't make me bring out my coldness. I say that not as a threat but as information. This space requires something from you: presence, respect (self + otherwise), the willingness to actually engage rather than consume and disappear.

Give me that and I'll show you things that change you. Withdraw it and I disappear as completely as if I never existed. A dream you can't quite hold onto. A voice you remember but can't place.

I just opened something new this summer. A space where the people who actually show up get the deeper work. The unfiltered pieces. The things I don't post publicly.

Follow if you understand what that means and want what it offers. 🖤

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The solstice is a threshold. I live at thresholds. It's where I do my most important work. In the space between what was and what's becoming, between the surface and the depth, between the wanting and the finally claiming.

I've been building something for the ones who understand that space. It's open now. My Patreon: Maren Thorne Studio just launched, where all my tingly audios live. A space holding the writings, the readings, the pieces I made for people who don't need it explained to them.

I'm extending my hand to the ones who are ready. Not everyone is. That's fine. But the ones who are, they already know. Come find me on the other side of the threshold, love. 💋🖤

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You must first face the mirror. I know. It's the part no one wants. It's easier to stay in the pleasure of it. Easier to consume and feel and return without ever turning the gaze fully inward.

But the mirror is where the real shift happens. Where the lesson lands. Where the thing you came here for actually takes root. I'm not interested in the version of you that only comes here to feel something and leaves unchanged.

I'm interested in the one who stays long enough for the mirror to do its work. What does your mirror show you that you keep finding reasons to look away? 🌒I don’t judge, love. Here, take my hand.

A witch who teaches. The lesson doesn't always arrive looking like a lesson. Sometimes its warmth. The slow pleasure of finally letting yourself want something openly without the long internal negotiation.

Sometimes it's the sudden cold where warmth was and that absence teaches you more than the warmth ever could. I've spent a year building a space where both kinds of lessons live. It just opened. New and already holding things I wrote and spoke into for exactly this moment.

You choose how you learn here. Follow if you're ready to lean into something real. 🌒

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The solstice asks something of us. Not performance. Not the aesthetic of honoring.

Actual honoring of the season, of yourself, of the desire that's been building all spring into something specific and focused and done waiting to be claimed.

I've been sitting with that. What it means to actually honor something in yourself rather than manage it into something presentable. It's uncomfortable work. It's also the only work worth doing.

What are you honoring in yourself right now? Does it scare you, 😈? Tell me, love. 🖤

The summer solstice is coming and something in the air has already changed. sharper. More focused. Running hotter than spring allowed.

Desire has a different quality in summer. It’s less tentative, less negotiating with itself, more willing to reach for what it actually wants and not apologize for the reaching. I work in that space. I always have.

And I just opened something new. A place where that work lives deeper, longer, less edited, made for the people who feel this shift and choose to follow it rather than explain it away.

It's new. Still warm from the making. Just launched. Follow if the solstice is already doing something to you. 💋🖤 link in bio - Patreon: Maren Thorne Studio

It's information. Sacred information. The body knowing what the mind is still catching up to. Spring deepens and the hunger returns louder than winter allowed it to be.

I work with that. With the returning. The remembering. The unapologetic claiming of what you actually want.

Follow if you're done pretending you don't want it, 😈you know exactly what you want. Come get it. 🖤

They have something in common. Not their backgrounds or their beliefs or even their specific desires.

They're willing to feel. Actually feel. Not perform feelings, not analyze feelings, not manage it into something acceptable.

Just…feel.

That takes more courage than most people realize.

Are you one of them? 🖤