this tender storm called life
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you are the quiet kind of beautiful
“you are not beautiful because you are unbroken. you are beautiful because you stayed soft in the places life tried to ruin.” you. yes, you. the way you have carried your pain without turning it into harm. the way you have chosen healing over hiding, softness over silence. that is where your beauty begins. not…
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life, unedited: no ribbons. no resolve. just breath and becoming.
“life doesn’t always come with clarity or meaning. sometimes it’s just surviving the day, breathing through the static, and finding beauty in the smallest, quietest things. this isn’t about lessons—it’s about the sacred mess of still being here.” life doesn’t always arrive in poetry. sometimes it’s just—hard. not tragic, not dramatic. just the kind of…
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this brain, this body, this bloom
i was not born broken. but from the very beginning, i was taught to apologize like i was. my brain has always moved differently—fast, tangled, electric, loud. i felt everything too deeply, asked too many questions, and noticed things others didn’t. and instead of being celebrated, i was silenced. i learned to mask before i…
Whispered Words | thtgrlinbloom, 🌻 