I never thought nostalgia could feel heavy until it started to.

Tiny feathers, endless wonder.

Every city has a hidden rhythm; you can hear it if you stop rushing.

The ocean never repeats the same wave twice, yet it always feels familiar. Maybe life is like that—constantly changing but somehow known.

There’s a certain comfort in not explaining yourself to anyone.

Sunset fire folded in silence.

The most beautiful places I’ve seen were not tourist spots, but hidden corners stumbled upon by accident.

The night sky always makes me feel like I’m both important and completely insignificant at the same time.

I think about how many lives we live in our heads compared to the one we actually live outside.

I told myself I’d be more spontaneous, and now I’m stuck in traffic.

It’s weird how you can miss a place you’ve never been.

I wish we celebrated ordinary days as much as we celebrate milestones. They’re the ones that make up most of our lives.

Some places feel familiar even when you’ve never been there. It’s like your soul arrived before you did.Maybe it’s memory from another life.