I grew up learning how to disappear
without ever leaving the room
to speak softly or not at all
because silence never got punished
I measured my worth
in how little space I could take
how quickly I could read a face
and change mine to match
love was something I watched
from a distance
other people’s warmth
like windows lit from the inside
on streets I was never invited to walk
I learned to soothe myself
deep breaths in dark rooms
whispers like you’re okay
even when I wasn’t sure
I believed it
and still
there’s a part of me that waits
that wonders if maybe
someone someday
will look at me like
I was never hard to love
like I was always
meant to be seen
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Thursday Thoughts
Happy Thursday, my friends. I just wanted to take a moment to acknowledge YOU.
Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I hope today brings you a little peace, a little joy, and something worth smiling about.
Life moves fast. Sometimes it’s nice to pause and send a bit of kindness out into the world.
So here it is: I’m wishing you a wonderful day. You deserve it.
Much love ❤️
Time
Time is a quiet thief and a gentle teacher. It takes from us, yes—but it also teaches us to cherish what we have while it’s here. So we hold what we can. Fingers laced, moments tucked into the folds of now, hoping to stretch time just a little longer. And when it’s time, we let go—not with bitterness, but with the quiet grace of autumn leaves surrendering to wind.
Because life was never about keeping. It was always about feeling deeply, loving freely, and learning when to loosen our grip. Some things are meant to stay. Some are meant to shape us and then move on.
Both are gifts.
Weekend Vibes
The weekend is here, and I just wanted to send a little love your way. Life moves fast, and sometimes we forget to pause and appreciate the simple things. But today, I’m feeling especially grateful—for quiet mornings, kind conversations, fresh air, and all the moments in between.
Whatever your plans are, I hope your weekend brings you joy. Maybe it’s time spent with people you love, a good book and a cozy corner, or just a chance to rest and recharge. Whatever fills your heart—lean into that.
Let this weekend be a reminder that you are loved, you are enough, and you are allowed to slow down. 💗
Take care of yourself. Breathe deep. Laugh often. And don’t forget to look for the little moments that make life feel full.
I’d love to know what you are up to this weekend!
With so much love,
Jennifer
Lover’s Rhythm
I trace the rhythm of your smile
a curve that sways
like a quiet melody
soft and certain
as if it’s been waiting for me to notice
it lives in the space
between my fingers
a constant hum
slipping through the cracks
of my thoughts
when the world is too loud
I can feel its warmth
even when you’re miles away
like the last note of a song
that keeps playing in my chest
long after the music fades
Ink of you
you are the chapter
I always return to
the page folded down
soft at the corner
worn from all the times
I needed to feel you again
in the book of my life
you are the part that breathes
where the words slow down
and the world feels
like it might be enough
the ink of you lingers
not bold or loud
just steady and true
I could turn a thousand pages
wander through whole volumes
but still
I keep your place marked
because even if the story continues
even if the plot twists
you are the chapter
that taught me
how to feel the words
Revealed
a black and white photograph
a silhouette caught between
absence and presence
edges blur and sharpen in contrast
light folding into shadow like a secret
there is no color here
only the weight of shape
the breath held in the space
between black and white
a story told without words
where everything is both
hidden and revealed
and a stillness that speaks
louder than light
Happy 4th (to those who celebrate)
As fireworks light the sky and flags wave high, July 4th reminds us of our shared story, one rooted in freedom, hope, and unity. But beyond the celebrations, this day offers a chance to remember what truly binds us: love.
Love for our country means love for each other. It’s in the small moments, neighbors lending a hand, strangers showing kindness, and communities standing together. On this day of independence, we honor not just our past, but our present ability to care, connect, and build a better future together.
So let’s celebrate with joy, but also with purpose. Let this July 4th be more than a holiday. Let it be a reminder that the strongest kind of patriotism is grounded in compassion and that the true heart of America beats loudest when we come together with love.
Happy Fourth of July.
All my love ❤️
Jennifer
Unfinished
the pages of life
are soft with use
edges worn by time
lines faded by laughter and tears
some chapters arrive in color
full of sunlight and song
others come quiet
stitched with shadows
we do not choose every line
but we carry the ink
writing in hope
and in heartbreak
and still
the pages turn
one by one teaching us
that even the unfinished
is still worth reading
Listen to me
In a world that profits from your self-doubt, being yourself is an act of quiet courage.
We live in a time where filters blur our faces and trends chase us like shadows, whispering that we need to shrink, adjust, conform, or polish ourselves into something more “acceptable.” The pressure is loud, relentless, and often subtle. Smile more. Speak softer. Be bolder. Be quieter. Be thinner. Be something—anything—other than what you naturally are.
But here’s the truth, tucked beneath the noise: there is power in being unapologetically you.
You weren’t made to be a carbon copy. You were made to be complex, layered, full of quirks and contradictions. You were made to laugh too loud, to dream too big, to feel too deeply. And somewhere, someone needs that exact kind of light—the kind only you give off.
Being yourself isn’t about perfection or having it all figured out. It’s about showing up as you are, even when the world wants you edited. It’s about choosing authenticity over approval. It’s about realizing you’re not here to fit in—you’re here to belong, and there’s a difference.
Belonging starts with self-acceptance. It blooms when you stop asking for permission to exist as yourself. It thrives when you embrace your messy parts, your soft heart, your fire, your quirky sense of humor, your quiet moments, and your loud passions.
You’ll find freedom there.
Because the truth is, no one else gets to be you. And that, in itself, is your superpower.
So if today feels too heavy, too fake, too much—breathe. Strip off the masks the world hands out and remember this: you are enough, just as you are. No edits. No apologies. No explanations.
Just be you. That’s more than enough.
Much love ❤️
Jennifer
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