this tender storm called life
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when love learns your silence
to be loved is not just to be seen in the light—it is to be held in the dark, when your voice has gone quiet, when your laughter has dimmed into something small and trembling, when your body hums with exhaustion that no one else can hear. it is being noticed without performing, understood without…
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barefoot + becoming
there’s a certain kind of soul who doesn’t bend for the sake of fitting in anymore. she’s been broken open enough times to realize that authenticity matters more than approval. she’s not impressed by material things or the noise that tries to disguise emptiness. she doesn’t need your charm or your promises wrapped in pretty…
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love deserves to be shown, not just spoken
there’s an ache that comes from hearing the words “i love you” without feeling their weight. sometimes love sounds perfect in theory—soft, reassuring, familiar—but words, when left unaccompanied, begin to lose their strength. they echo instead of embrace. they become whispers instead of warmth. love isn’t meant to stay trapped in sentences; it’s meant to…
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the anatomy of tenderness
love has always been a language i understood before i could speak it. it hums beneath everything—every silence, every glance, every trembling moment between what’s said and what’s meant. i’ve spent my whole life trying to translate it into words, but words always fall short. they can’t quite hold the way love feels when it…
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the art of loving deeply
there’s a certain beauty in loving deeply—an ache that lives somewhere between fragility and strength. it isn’t the kind of love that demands to be seen, it’s the kind that hums quietly beneath the skin, steady and persistent. to love deeply is to exist with your chest cracked open, to let the world move through…
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bixby, build a man
bixby, build a boy who listens before he speaks, who pauses long enough to hear the trembling between someone’s words. build him not from pride, but from patience. make his heart steady, not hard—gentle in the way it beats for others, but still strong enough to protect the soft things he loves. give him curiosity…





