I find it strange how love can be both fragile and indestructible.

Wrapped in feathers, wrapped in love.

I think some of the best wisdom comes from sitting in silence.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been carrying versions of myself I no longer need. Letting go feels like unclenching a fist.

Do you ever rewatch a movie just to feel the same emotion again?

Amber monarch basking in soft light.

Sometimes I wonder how many times I’ve crossed paths with the same strangers unknowingly.

There’s a strange comfort in routine, even if it sometimes feels suffocating.

Sometimes I miss people I’ve never met, places I’ve never seen.

I bought a treadmill, but it’s currently a clothes rack.

I’m bad at goodbyes, so I just say “see you later.”

The more I see the world, the more I realize it’s both bigger and smaller than I thought.

You notice more when you walk without music. The city has its own soundtrack.