#halfseenpages

I wonder how many versions of myself I’ve left behind in cafés, train stations, and old bedrooms.

I’ve started collecting quiet moments instead of people.

I think every version of me still lives somewhere. The girl who loved too easily. The girl who stopped trying. The girl I’m still searching for.

“The best kind of loneliness is the one wrapped in blankets, with tea going cold beside you and a book falling open in your lap.”

“I collect strange little comforts: worn paperbacks, silver rings, rainy evenings, and songs that sound like ghosts dancing.”

“There’s a kind of beauty in becoming your own haunted house.”

“The saddest girls always know how to make the prettiest metaphors.”