made of clouds

manifesting a february full of clear signs, warm mornings, and love that feels safe. what’s meant for me is already on its way.

i’m learning that it’s okay to want cute things. it doesn’t make you shallow. it makes you human.

i’m the kind of girl who smiles at strangers because i believe in small magic.

i want to live in a world where kindness is fashionable.

if it rains, i hope he stays. not because he has to. because he wants to.

he kisses me like the sun kisses the sea. soft. warm. constant. and i finally feel safe in something that doesn’t hurt.

my heart is a seashell. beautiful on the outside, hollow on the inside. and i’m careful who i let put their hand inside.

i used to think the ocean could fix everything. now i know it only reminds me how wide the world is. and how small i am. and how i’m still learning to be gentle with myself.

do not mock a pain you haven't endured.

oh heavy heart, how you exhaust me.

it hurts that i’m mad at you and hurting for you at the same time.

nothing blooms overnight, and yet, i still wake up hoping i’ve turned into a garden.