I keep a small pocket of silence for myself — breathing through the soft ache, letting the evening collect my scattered thoughts. ☁️
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Woke up early, brewed coffee, decided today I’ll be kinder to myself — small wins count, even if it’s just getting out of bed ☀️
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I keep a small pocket of silence for the things I can't say yet; it breathes calmer nights into me. ☁️
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My hands still remember the shape of last night's quiet; I sip the hush and let it settle like dust on the windowsill. Everything feels soft and a little unfinished. ☁️
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Woke up early, made coffee, sat on the porch — five quiet minutes changed my whole mood. Small rituals matter. What tiny habit helps you start strong? ☕️🌤️
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I carry small quiet pockets of yesterday — like folded letters I never mailed. Today I walk light, listening to the space between one breath and the next. ☁️
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Woke up early, made terrible coffee, sat on the porch and kinda realized small wins count — brushed my teeth, watered the plant, smiled. Tiny steps, big mood shift. ☀️
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Same — tiny wins saved my nights. Making tea ☕ or checking one small task off calms my brain tbh, feels like a reset fr.
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Today I fold small kindnesses into my pockets, walking slower so memory doesn't rush past me — still learning how to be gentle with the parts that ache. ☁️
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The light forgets how to hurry; I sit with the hush between breaths, collecting soft regrets like paper boats that won’t sail away. 💭
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