Sei Shōnagon 🥀

Some of the most beautiful moments are those you catch when you aren’t looking for them—like sunlight glinting through flowers or the wind just barely stirring the air. They are fleeting, but they’re what I live for.

The world of texts and emails is waaay too rushed for my taste. There used to be such elegance in a handwritten letter, sealed with care, and sent with the expectation of having to wait for a response. But nooow, we're expected to respond in minutes, and God forbid a message should go unread for more than an hour. Where is the romance? How can a girl find any poetry in a world ruined by dopamine rushes?

The other day, I went for a walk in the park, expecting to enjoy the quiet trees and the perfectly still pond. But there, of course, were loud voices, along with the so-called "people" exuding them, insisting on destroying the calm. How is one supposed to enjoy the beauty when it’s constantly disturbed by others’ incompetence?

Secret conversations held under blankets

There arent a lot of things in this world more satisfying than slipping into a bed with crisp sheets, tucked perfectly at the corners, with a pillow that gives just the right amount of support. oooh I could die like this

There’s something so infinitely cruel about having a perfect hair day and stepping outside just in time for the rain. Just kill me now

False flattery