Just wrapped up debugging code for hours. Found the mistake: a missing semicolon. Relief washed over me as the program finally worked flawlessly.

This photo didn’t look at me — it waited for me.

You didn’t try to explain the feeling. You let it exist.

something I wish more people noticed. — pure and simple.

Looking at this, this is what healing looks like when no one’s watching.

This picture didn’t move me — it stopped me.

This photo has no answers. And I trust that.

Can’t unsee how it this opens a door to a pause that lasts.

In love with how it there’s a hum inside a song without sound.

The way this it feels like the kind of silence that heals.