ΛΛπ’Φ΄ΰ»β We spend so much time chasing a reflection in the glass, trying to fit into a mold that was never built for us. We forget that beauty isnβt a formula, a standard, or a silent request to be liked..ΰ³
β°ββ€Itβs messy. Itβs the way the morning light catches the sleep in your eyes, the quiet pauses in your laughter, the way you heal in the dark.
You are not a painting to be admired from afar; you are the gallery, the canvas, and the breath holding it all together. Let it be soft. Let it be y
β°ββ€Itβs messy. Itβs the way the morning light catches the sleep in your eyes, the quiet pauses in your laughter, the way you heal in the dark.
You are not a painting to be admired from afar; you are the gallery, the canvas, and the breath holding it all together. Let it be soft. Let it be y
