l.

for archival purposes

[museinmist]

trouble but softer

[museinmist]

every era leaves fingerprints

[museinmist]

some hurts leave echoes

[thekaylarenee]

i wanna give up so bad, lord knows i do.

[museinmist]

the quantum mirror

they say we each have seven doppelgängers somewhere in the world. people who look just like us—same eyes, same smile, same shape of being. science calls it coincidence. statistics. symmetry. the odds of repetition.

but i've been thinking about quantum leaping—how there's already a version of us living the life we dream of. and if that's true, why must those versions exist only in energy?

what if they've always been here, moving through cities we've never been to, laughing in lives that could have been ours?

maybe that's what the seven doppelgängers are:

fragments of self scattered across timelines. each one living out a possibility we once imagined. the rich you. the healed you. the peaceful you.

the one who said yes sooner. the one who let go sooner. the one who already became.

and maybe the reason we never meet them is because our frequencies don't touch. parallel lines of potential that never quite cross. we only sense them in glimpses—in dejà vu, in dreams that feel too real to be fiction.

perhaps the real leap isn't about finding her at all. it's about alignment, about healing the first six versions of ourselves until we vibrate close enough to the seventh, the one who finally made it.

and when we do, maybe meeting her won't feel like meeting anyone at all. maybe it'll just feel like coming home. ♡

— l.

[museinmist]

☁️🎀🩰🏹

[museinmist]

i think of reality as a conversation between what is and what we perceive. it’s not static; it evolves in the spaces between observation and interpretation.

to walk through the world without reflection is to skim its surface; to notice deeply is to converse with existence itself.

every encounter, every fleeting sensation, carries potential meaning if we are willing to meet it with presence.

we are both readers and authors, witnesses and participants.

[museinmist]

i hate how nostalgia feels like comfort and heartbreak at the same time

[expensiveity]

walking into 2026 with a plan + purpose. 🤍

this year was, without a doubt, the hardest year of my life. it was revealing, humbling, and deeply painful. i lost people i truly believed would be in my life forever, and that kind of loss changes you. it broke my heart in ways i didn’t know were possible. i cried more than i ever thought i could. this year pushed me to my limits mentally, emotionally, and physically. there were moments i felt completely numb. but even in the midst of all that pain, God never left me. he met me in my brokenness, restored what was lost, and healed parts of me i didn’t even realize were wounded. everything i went through taught me that God’s plans are greater than what i can see or understand. and because of what he carried me through, i know with confidence that 2026 will be a year of renewal, growth, and rewriting my story. God did not break me—he rebuilt me.

[artemisiasea]

I think the creation of beauty actually has a lot to do with care and integrity. The most beautiful people I know move with a depth of care for themselves, others, and the earth that naturally exudes from them. When you care about your craft and your life it’s never not felt. Beauty in my eyes is a harmonious, sacred intelligence.

[museinmist]

this! care always leaves a trace.

[museinmist]

the way memory edits itself is terrifyingly poetic

[museinmist]

i will be treating 2026 like 2016

[b1rd1e]

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

[museinmist]

we spend years trying to ‘find ourselves’ only to realize we were never lost…just buried under expectations we agreed to without noticing.

[solitudeofjade]

to have a muse is to know pain

to know the gut-wrenching feeling of despair

the feeling so recognizable that it brings a bone chilling coldness that resembles warmth

to have a muse is to know that love once existed

shared between the beauty of two souls that connected so heavenly

a match made by godly angels themselves

that eventually decays underneath the delicate touches of bittersweetness

because all angels fall.

- original poem by me.

[museinmist]

we are constellations of thought, memory, and feeling. every choice, every heartbreak, every soft victory is a star trying to show us our own pattern.

[3rabbit]

book recs no one asked for: always coming home by ursula k le guin, why we swim by bonnie tsui, a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini, if you want feminist soul-changing, hopepunk, touches the veil of life reads, and educated by tara westover, all about love by bell hooks, the year of magical thinking by joan didion if you want real, visceral takes on love, grief, and being the master of your own fate, bye