messy room, I crave the kind of connection where everything can be laid bare, where the messy edges of who I am aren't just tolerated, but truly seen and accepted. Yet, the closer I get to that precipice, the more a quiet, instinctual fear bubbles up, a primal urge to retreat, to keep the most vulnerable parts safely hidden. It’s a constant, gentle push and pull within myself, this dance between wanting to be profoundly known and the quiet terror of it happening.

car cutie, It’s a strange kind of tiredness, the one that comes from constantly observing the quiet spaces between words, the unspoken glances, the subtle shifts in atmosphere. Sometimes I wonder if it would be simpler to just experience things at face value, to not feel the hidden currents beneath every surface, but then I realize that even the thought of it feels like losing a crucial sense, like walking through the world with my eyes half-closed.

absolute cutie

brown dress

ice blue

beach cutie