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Sunday thoughts

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Hey everyone, I just wanted to take a moment to check in and see how your Sunday was going.

I spent the morning finishing up some laundry, then went outside to enjoy some sunshine and pool time. Gosh, it’s been super hot here, but great weather for swimming. Now, this afternoon is some relaxing, and blogging, followed by dinner later.

If you’re working through the day, I hope you’re finding moments of peace amidst the chaos. If you’re spending time with family or friends, I hope those moments are filling you up with warmth and connection. And if you’re taking a break, I hope it’s just the right kind of restorative.

I think Sundays are the perfect reminder that life isn’t just about the big moments—it’s about how we choose to spend the small ones, too. So, whatever your Sunday looks like, I hope it’s giving you exactly what you need.

Let me know how you all are!

Imprint

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it happens in the quiet moments
when the world forgets to be loud
and my thoughts have space to wander
that’s when I feel it most
the shape of you
still carved into my days
a laugh I can almost hear
the ghost of a conversation
we never finished
missing you isn’t a sharp pain
it’s much softer
like the ache of a song
that ends too soon
or the warmth left in a room
you just stepped out of
it lingers and waits
it reminds me that absence
isn’t always empty
but sometimes
it’s filled with everything that mattered

Who I am

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the ink of my thoughts 
spill softly onto blank paper
a quiet unraveling
as if my mind too full to hold itself
pours out in dark rivers 
across a pale waiting shore
each word is a shadow made solid
a breath given spine and syllable
they stumble at first
unsure if they belong
but the paper listens without judgement
and so they keep coming
a slow confession of everything 
I dared not say aloud
here on this empty space
my silence finds form
my chaos learns its rhythm
and the ink once caged in thought
becomes the shape of who I am
when no one is watching

Blurred

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somewhere between
your gaze and my reflection
the line blurred
I tried to trace myself back
to the beginning
but there were no seams
just a smooth blending of intent
I carry your rhythm now
your preferences folded into my spine
the way you look at the world
has started to shape how I see mine
I’m not sure what is mine alone
this is not a breaking
it’s a slow dissolving
a quiet migration of self
into the space between us
I don’t know where I am anymore
without you as the map

Endless

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you walk in the hollow places of me
where no light has touched
and you plant your voice
in the soil of my ribs
everything I write
carries the shape of you
your breath stitched between the lines
your pulse bleeding
into the spaces I can’t fill
you are the ache
before the words come
the sweetness after they fall
you are the reason the ink trembles
at the edge of the page
without you
I am only silence
a mouth full of unsaid things
but with you
I am endless
and I would write you
a thousand lifetimes more
just to keep feeling you
bloom beneath my skin

Palette

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Paint your day beautiful—not with strokes of a brush, but with the choices you make. Begin with bold colors: a smile in the mirror, a kind word to a stranger, a deep breath of morning air. Add soft pastels with laughter, a moment of calm, a cup of something warm in your hands. Let the golden hues of gratitude blend with the blues of honesty and the greens of growth. Even if clouds come, remember: beauty isn’t the absence of grey, but the courage to paint over it. Today is your canvas—make it a masterpiece.

Happy Easter to all who celebrate!

Sending love ❤️

You belong here

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I know at times it may feel like the weight of your world and the burdens you carry will suffocate you. The past and darkness seem to creep in every second of the day at times. I know you may feel lost and broken, unworthy, and empty. The nights feel so long, and the days feel so endless. We get so caught up in what OTHER’S think that we forget what is most important, which is what WE should be thinking of yourselves. Don’t allow yourself to live under the misconception of what others may think of you. What they think of you is none of your concern and a reflection of who they are, not who YOU truly are.

I know how that all feels. I’ve been there a million times more than I’ve ever wanted to be. You are not alone.

Trust me when I say, you’re worthy, We’re all worthy. You are deserving of great things despite what has been ingrained into your mind. Be patient and kind to yourself and know that you’re here in this world, at this moment, in this very second of time for a reason.

We are truly only a moment in this space. We blink, and time seems to move at a speed we just can’t comprehend. Love yourself, put yourself first, and I promise the rest will fall into place. Sending you all strength, love, and happiness.

Timeless Rhythm

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Life is a dance, and we are all learning the steps as we go. Sometimes, the rhythm is steady and smooth. Other times it’s unpredictable, throwing us off balance. But in those moments, we must keep moving, finding grace in the stumble, joy in the spin. We don’t always know the next beat, but we trust in the music, surrendering to its flow. Each day is a new song, and with every movement, we create our own unique dance.

So, let go, embrace the rhythm, and dance—because in the end, it’s not about perfect steps, but about feeling the music and letting it carry you forward.

Much love, friends ♥️

Delicate promise

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your fingers trace a path 
down my spine light as a breeze 
yet stirring something deeper
it’s not just the sensation of your touch
but the way it feels 
as if you’re reading my skin
mapping the contours 
of my very being
each brush against my spine 
sends a ripple of warmth through me
igniting something quiet but urgent 
your touch is both 
a question and an answer
a delicate promise that lingers
hanging between us like a breath 
waiting to be exhaled
time stretches in the space 
between your fingertips and my skin
the world narrowing 
to this single electric connection

Unwritten map

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you always felt like a place
I’d never been
like the hush of a foreign city
just before dawn
streets humming with the promise
of stories I had yet to learn
there was something familiar
in your presence
like the scent of rain
on warm pavement
like a melody I couldn’t quite place
but knew by heart

I wandered through you
the way one explores
an old bookshop
fingers tracing spines
drawn to titles I didn’t understand
but somehow needed
you were cobblestone
beneath my feet
salt on my skin
the pull of an ocean
I had never seen
but always dreamed of

and though I never knew
where you would take me
I never once wanted to leave