What started as a scroll through-the-noise turned into something softer, deeper, and unexpectedly grounding.
You’ll Not Regret Your Growth
We keep showing up. We keep trying to meet ourselves where we are. And somewhere in between the struggle and the softness, we learn how to bloom.
To all the men I’ve loved before…
Where knowing finds me To all the men I have loved before, You threw me into a river, believing I’d drown— but my heart became one with the current, and I realized I had no reason to be worried. Gently, I flowed into larger waters, where your hooks and lines searched eagerly to find me. …
FLY
Time has taught me better
The Last Letter
The L’s
Beauty of reading
The true definition of my desires are INKED.
Nene's Corner 