A quiet light gleamed, a ghost on my screen. I tried to reach through the veil of what's unseen. My screen, a quiet light, a ghost light gleamed. The veil unseen, I tried to reach through the what's. Your words were a whisper, a shadow to hold.
IOt's called being 90k words deep into a fanfic and realising I'm not even halfway done.n today's instalment (and maybe the first of multiple) of "bro why the hell is your search history like that, do I need to be concerned?"
The Saturday Morning Reset there is a specific kind of magic in a morning where the alarm doesn't go off. ☁️ the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the kitchen.
the weight of a favorite oversized sweater.
the soft glow of the sun hitting the dust motes in the air.
YTet the person who created it knows.Ohe strange thing is that the difference is often invisible to everyone else.
Sthers finish a task because they want to leave a part of themselves inside it.
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TDhey don't know your why.on't allow someone else's insecurities concerning your desired goals, and your path to get there, to cloud your own confidence in your ability to move ahead if your journey happens to look different from what they "think" it should look like.