hi, you’ve found me <3

i write the way some people keep photographs quietly, as if holding onto something that might disappear if you blink. this space is less of a blog and more of a confession booth, a journal left out under the sun, pages still damp from yesterday’s rain.

here you’ll find

✧ essays that sit with you like 3am thoughts you can’t shake

✧ love letters to hope and the soft places life hides it

✧ pockets of stillness, where grief and gratitude learn to coexist

✧ scattered fragments of poems, of memory, of all the versions of me i’ve tried to outgrow

nothing here is meant to shout. it’s all soft, like whispers into the night, for the ones who feel too much, for the ones who carry emotions like unspoken prayers in their chest.

so take your time. read like you’re listening to someone’s heartbeat. stay until the words stop feeling like mine and start feeling like yours.

𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼

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disguised as poetry. writing what I can’t say out loud.