made of clouds

[hswefn]

[hswefn]

manifesting a february full of clear signs, warm mornings, and love that feels safe. what’s meant for me is already on its way.

[hswefn]

i’m learning that it’s okay to want cute things. it doesn’t make you shallow. it makes you human.

[hswefn]

i’m the kind of girl who smiles at strangers because i believe in small magic.

[hswefn]

i want to live in a world where kindness is fashionable.

[hswefn]

if it rains, i hope he stays. not because he has to. because he wants to.

[hswefn]

he kisses me like the sun kisses the sea. soft. warm. constant. and i finally feel safe in something that doesn’t hurt.

[hswefn]

my heart is a seashell. beautiful on the outside, hollow on the inside. and i’m careful who i let put their hand inside.

[hswefn]

i used to think the ocean could fix everything. now i know it only reminds me how wide the world is. and how small i am. and how i’m still learning to be gentle with myself.

[hswefn]

please -

consider me as a dream.

Franz Kafka

[hswefn]

“The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists.”

— Mika Noguchi, Through The Crimson Viel

[hswefn]

do not mock a pain you haven't endured.

[hswefn]

oh heavy heart, how you exhaust me.

[hswefn]

it hurts that i’m mad at you and hurting for you at the same time.

[hswefn]

nothing blooms overnight, and yet, i still wake up hoping i’ve turned into a garden.

[hswefn]

i’ve been writing letters i’ll never send, to people who’ll never care, about feelings they’ll never know.

— unsent letters, box under the bed