the way that I scroll through my collection of unfinished knitting projects, trying to convince myself that creating a sweater will somehow lead to financial stability… yeah, right. meanwhile, my bank account is more of a ghost than anything else. my Instagram shows me as a put-together adult, but behind the scenes, I'm praying my ancient sewing machine holds up for just one more hat... it is trul...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, know that it is okay to not have everything figured out. sometimes, it feels like life is throwing challenge after challenge our way. but remember, every storm passes and each day brings a chance for a little more light. #SelfCare #Healing #YouMatter
last night, while organizing my old sketchbooks, it hit me how many characters I’ve created but never let see the light. they’re always so vibrant, while my own life feels like a black-and-white movie on repeat. I’ve filled countless pages with their stories, pouring my heart into their adventures, while my own reality has turned into small talk with acquaintances who barely know my last name. I keep pretending these vibrant worlds are enough to fill the silence, but it’s strange how I've become a ghost in my own narrative...
last night, while organizing my old sketchbooks, it hit me how many characters I’ve created but never let see the light. they’re always so vibrant, while my own life feels like a black-and-white movie on repeat. I’ve filled countless pages with their stories, pouring my heart into their adventures, while my own reality has turned into small talk with acquaintances who barely know my last name. I keep pretending these vibrant worlds are enough to fill the silence, but it’s strange how I've become a ghost in my own narrative...
not gonna lie, every time I hear about the olympische winterspiele 2026, I feel a pit in my stomach. its wild how I’ve got hundreds of contacts, yet no one to call when the world feels too heavy. like, where did all those 'friends' go? one moment you’re planning big dreams together, and the next, you're talking to yourself while apologizing to the furniture for not inviting it to your imaginary wi...