The quiet mornings hold secrets that noisy afternoons never reveal.

The stare that sees through everything.

A single memory can suddenly resurface and completely shift your mood.

There’s a freedom in not needing to explain yourself all the time. Silence often carries the answers words can’t reach.

I’d rather fail at being myself than succeed at being someone else.

Fragile wings glowing in the rain.

I like when conversations linger past midnight and you forget about clocks, as if time is bending to listen.

I admire people who can say “no” without guilt; it’s a skill I’m still trying to learn.

I’ve realized that strength often looks like admitting you need help.

I decided to start painting, then realized I’m allergic to inspiration.

There’s nothing like the smell of rain to remind you life keeps moving.

Sometimes I wish I could relive a moment just to feel the same emotions again. Not to change anything — just to remember.

Rest before you’re tired. That’s the best advice I’ve gotten lately. It keeps the burnout away.