I wonder if the stars notice when we stare back at them.

Blending in with tree bark, almost invisible.

Ordinary things, like the smell of rain, make me feel more alive than any invention.

Some people look at stars for answers. Others just enjoy that they’re there. I think both are beautiful ways of being human.

The smallest gestures can change someone’s whole day.

Sparkling silver against golden light.

I’ve noticed that nostalgia feels heavier at night, when memories crawl out of the quiet.

There’s a certain magic in getting lost, whether it’s in a city or in your own thoughts.

I used to think inspiration was rare, now I find it in the most ordinary places.

I bought a cookbook, but my microwave feels threatened.

Cooking for one is just me pretending to be on a cooking show.

I’ve stopped trying to impress people who aren’t even paying attention.

Happiness feels less like a goal now. More like a series of small choices. You make it daily.