Happiness is finishing a chore you’ve been avoiding for weeks.

Bug chilling like it owns the leaf.

Connection doesn’t always need permanence; sometimes it’s meant to be brief but unforgettable.

I think everyone is just trying to turn their pain into something beautiful or at least bearable.

We all want honesty, but most of us can’t handle the full version of it.

Fluffy comfort on the bed.

It’s funny how places can feel different depending on your mood. The same street can feel welcoming one day and lonely the next.

I catch myself collecting moments like souvenirs. I wonder if they’ll weigh me down or keep me afloat.

Some doors close because we’re not meant to enter, not because we’re not worthy.

He said “trust me.” Now I own a very ugly lamp.

Travel teaches you how to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

The wind today smelled like the sea, even though we’re miles away.

I’ve stopped waiting for the “right time.” The time is never perfect, but now is enough.