stories, stillness, and the warmth in between 🌸🍂

[pollenandpages]

I sometimes wish I was a bee

Not because they make honey. Not because they get to fly around all day.

I just imagine their lives are simple.

They wake up, do what they need to do, and go home. They don't spend hours replaying conversations in their heads. They don't stare at a to-do list until it feels impossible to start. They don't feel guilty for resting.

I wonder what that feels like.

Lately, I've been overwhelmed so easily.

It's not always because something big happened.

Sometimes it's just a handful of small things that pile up so quietly that I don't notice how heavy they've become until I can't carry them anymore.

And whenever that happens, my first instinct is to run.

I want to delete all my social media accounts.

I don't want to reply to anyone.

I don't want to go out.

I don't even want to explain why I've disappeared.

I just want everything to stop asking something from me.

Even the smallest things feel like chores.

Drinking water.

Eating.

Doing the dishes.

Taking a shower.

It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud, but some days those things feel just as difficult as finishing an entire week's worth of work.

How can something so small feel so heavy?

And I don't really know why.

Maybe that's the hardest part.

I can't point to one reason.

I can't say, "This is exactly what's wrong."

I just know that my brain gets loud.

Too loud.

So loud that disappearing starts to feel easier than participating.

Not because I want to leave the people I love.

Not because I don't care.

I think I'm just craving silence.

The kind of silence where I don't owe anyone a reply.

Where I'm not trying to catch up.

Where I'm not measuring how productive I've been.

Where I can just exist without feeling like I'm already behind.

Maybe that's why I think about bees.

Their lives look busy, but never rushed.

Purposeful, but never overwhelmed.

Maybe I'm romanticizing it.

Or maybe I'm just tired.

Either way, I hope tomorrow feels a little lighter than today.

And if you're reading this because you've felt this way too, I hope tomorrow feels a little lighter for you, too.

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Pages I Forgot to Write Ep 3 written by @pollenandpages

[suassi]

From Fordlândia9.

JM Ramírez-Suassi

[brittmarihaxoxo-blog]

[overclassy]

[overclassy]

[quotefeeling]

“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

[vexheart]

[overclassy]

[vexheart]

There is no amount of money, oil, or gold that is worth more than having bees, trees, and clean water.

[pollenandpages]

Not every love is meant to shake you

I always wonder, and sometimes get asked, how do you really know someone is the right person for you?

Some say it’s in the grand gestures. The flowers, the surprises, the movie-like kind of love. Some say it’s when they choose you instantly, when they’re willing to give you everything, even pieces of themselves.

But I don’t think love was ever meant to look the same for everyone.

I think sometimes, love is much quieter than that.

It’s when you’re walking through a grocery store and see their favorite snack and smile without realizing it. When a random song, a certain street, or even the color of the sky reminds you of them. When your first instinct after hearing good news is wanting to tell them first.

I think the right person makes life feel softer.

Not perfect. Not always easy. Just softer.

You feel at peace instead of constantly questioning where you stand. You stop feeling like love is something you have to chase or earn. Their presence starts to feel like home in the middle of an exhausting world.

Because love shouldn’t feel like standing at the edge of a cliff all the time, terrified of falling.

Maybe real love is when you finally stop fearing the fall because somehow, with them, it feels safe to land.

You don’t just fall in love with the right person.

You fall gently into them.

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Pages I Forgot to Write Ep 2 written by @pollenandpages

[hairstylesbeauty]

[miamlsunshine]

[ousia-poetica]

My soul needed storms.

[igmakeup]

[vangoghcore]

by femalepentimento

[miamlsunshine]

[mauveflwrs]

Rene Magritte Le Traite Du Paysage, 1943