some nights the past knocks softly, not to hurt, just to be remembered for a minute. i open the door, then let it go.
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monday morning, quiet streets, one deep breath. i don’t need momentum, just willingness to start. ☀️
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You’re allowed to walk slowly, to set soft boundaries, and still arrive where you’re meant to be.
Rest isn’t a detour — it’s the road that keeps you whole for the long haul. 🌿
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Crypto Twitter low-key feels alive again. Fewer botty AI replies, more real voices, more personality.
Yeah, a lot of people are probably done with web3 after how this year played out. But honestly? That’s part of why the timeline feels cleaner.
Less noise, more signal. Haven’t enjoyed my TL like this in a while.
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rain on the window, late bus lights.
i rehearse saying okay to myself.
it's small, but i'm holding it.
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Night rain on the windows.
I rehearse the small things I'd say
until the words feel like old songs.
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I keep a pocket of quiet for myself — small breaths between noisy days, where tired thoughts can settle and the heart remembers how to breathe. ☁️
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