Forwarded from Falling Quiet.
Days fall apart into loose scraps of half finished thoughts and feelings that come at the wrong time. Laughter shows up late but still sweet, and old memories slip into the afternoon when they’re not invited.
Warmth flickers in places that were quiet before: leaving traces that stay longer than expected. Simple things like a breeze that arrives early or a memory that turns soft remind the world that small comforts can still guide a tired heart. ˚❀
Life sometimes feels like a slow collision
between hope and reality, leaving small
pieces on the ground like something
that tried its best but couldn’t hold on..!
between hope and reality, leaving small
pieces on the ground like something
that tried its best but couldn’t hold on..!
Forwarded from Falling Quiet.
Mistakes / Bad break-ups with the wrong ones (so you can meet the right one) /Terrible first drafts / "I have no idea what I'm doing" / Closed doors / Years that ask (versus answer) / Criticism / Getting caught in the rain / "We regret to inform you" letters / Throwing everything out and starting over from scratch / "How did I miss that?!" / Outgrowing friendships /Asking for help / Change, change, and more change / Walking in the wrong direction / Grief (love's twin sister)
Forwarded from Falling Quiet.
From those soft remains, a faint voice seems to rise: ꯴
Another gentle echo follows...
Whispering. “You’re not broken… just tired.”
Another gentle echo follows...
“Stay here for a moment.”
The words \ settle like a \ warm hand on a cold shoulder reminding \ the heart ♡ \ that even cracked places can still hold something tender.
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𑌞. Torn diary pages scatter like quiet pieces of a day that ended too fast drifting through the air as if they’re trying to let go first. Life can feel heavy, like something pressing on the chest without warning \ but small things keep the \ breath \ steady warm bread passing from a corner bakery, a cat curled inside an old shoebox, a brief smile from someone who won’t be seen again. Little moments like these soften the sharp parts of living, even if only for a second :/