I judged myself for resting.
Then realized rest was the brave choice.
Not quitting — restoring.

Designing with intuition, refining with insight.

A line only lives if it lands—grateful it landed.

You really said that and expected us to go on with our day

You write like a villain in a soft-spoken phase

I would argue, but your tone is too charming.

Are you charging rent for living in my head now?

You healing or just rebranding your breakdowns?

You talk like someone who still stalks “last seen”

This post feels like eye contact you weren’t ready for

This is the emotional version of “we need to talk”