Ever felt love slipping away without a single dramatic moment? Discover why goodbyes often come quietly.
Carried, Not Gone
Not a memory, not a story, but a friend.
The girl and her mirror, which tells her the heart she carries is regal
we let the echoes shape us.
Containing the Details
Within my strength
I enjoy the fear
It teaches me to listen
HER
In heart I remember life In wanting I desire time In hope I find joy that washes my feet The taste of music on my skin And in this space I fold into myself again Let the ache rise and fall like quiet waves
Wonders, I say
How awareness feels like rebirth
🌱 The Heart of Growth
✨ May the seeds you plant in truth find their way into fertile ground. May your knowing never waver, your growth never rush, and your wholeness never feel out of reach. You are already becoming what you have sown, and that is enough. Carry that like a quiet hand on your shoulder. 🌿
When Pink Turns Purple
Not that life will always be pink, not that purple will never return, but that the heart, once curled, opens again.
That Time My Face Became a Battlefield
An encounter I had with a makeup artist.
Cluttering Shadows
But light does not erase everything. Some habits are simply relics
When the Wolves Begin to Sing
Movements of the sacred ache I. The Knowing There’s something I have always known, in my hips, in my breath, in the heat that wakes me when no one’s there. I was made to be met. Not claimed. Not chased. Met. I do not want fingertips that search, I want hands that remember. Mouth that …
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