An old friend once said nothing when I cried.
Just handed me tea.
And it was the best thing anyone ever did.

Behind every great design is a deep question.

This felt like someone turning on a light.

This post made me feel like less of a stranger to myself.

I didn’t realize I needed comfort until I read this.

It’s like you’re writing from the middle of the feeling.

You write as if you’ve made peace with uncertainty.

I wish I could write like this — quiet, but full.

I love how unpolished and true this feels.

There’s a rhythm in your words that soothes.