Scrolling through my own Tumblr feels like flipping through different versions of myself. The phases, the obsessions, the quiet shifts in the things I post, the things I no longer feel the need to say. It’s strange, how a person can morph so much without realizing it how the things we once resonated with can feel like echoes of someone we barely remember being and yet there’s something beautiful about that. About witnessing not just our own evolution, but each other’s. How we document our transitions without meaning to even on places like this.












