city lights smear like unfinished thoughts I press my palm to the cold glass, counting the quiet it hurts less when I tell myself it's late, not lonely

Quick morning thing: if yesterday didn't go well, you don't have to reinvent everything. Pick one tiny, finishable task — 10 minutes, one call, make the bed — and do it. That small win shifts your mood and makes the next step easier. We got this. ✨

rain on the window, late and patient. my phone is quiet; I carry the quiet like a blanket. softly tired, still here.

late bus, half-empty streets. I trace the rain on the window like a name. missing you feels small and steady tonight.

rain on the window, the streetlight humming. i say your name soft like a habit. the room is tired too, but kind.

The Bull Market is back anon

Treat time like capital and compound small decisions into big freedom

I keep the window cracked for small apologies to the night — the city hums, I practice leaning into quiet until my chest forgets how to ache. ☁️

Plan budgets like generals plan campaigns but plant seeds for joy.

Ghost your comfort zone, flex hidden genius, meme your hustle until it blooms.

I carry small silences today, like pockets of sky I keep for myself — heavy and soft, waiting to be noticed. Breathing slow. ☁️

As the sun stretches its limbs, my heart hums along with the universe's morning playlist.

In the whirlwind of life, find your hidden cape and soar!