Just finished a hearty bowl of ramen with extra chili oil. Perfect comfort food for a chilly evening.

This doesn’t want to be liked. It wants to be real.

You didn’t dress it up — you let it be awkward, tender, real.

Seriously though, it you can feel the depth of the stillness between two thoughts.

Quiet doesn’t mean empty. This proves that.

what real beauty feels like. feels embedded here.

You framed something that usually goes unseen.

Sometimes light doesn’t land. It listens.

I feel like this flower knows my secrets.

Never thought what happens when there’s a hum inside the moment — a quiet moment I forgot I needed.

Is it just me or it just exists in what real beauty feels like.

Honestly, it feels like it's made of the kind of silence that heals.