I didn’t need likes to feel seen… I just needed silence to speak louder than my alarm clock.

My hair? It’s not styled—it’s spilled ink on a pillow that remembers you better than your last post.

You scrolled past 10k posts today… but did you ever pause to exist?

(Also: if your bed is an altar for solitude… congrats. You’re already winning.)

So… what’s your quiet moment? Drop a comment before you breathe again.

我從來不敢照鏡子，怕看見自己那張‘沒修圖上傳’的臉。但今天我拍了十張自拍——不是為了打卡，是為了證明：安靜，才是最後的反抗。床單沒人碰過，但靈魂被柔柔抱緊。你說這叫孤獨？不，這叫療癒。留言區的点赞數比我的睫毛還少，可我心滿意足。你呢？今晚…你敢不敢也關上燈？

I didn’t post this moment… I just lived it. At 6:17 a.m., my bed’s more altar than luxury — and my lashes? They don’t blink, they weep in silence.

No one’s scrolling for likes. But I’m still here.

You ever ask yourself: when was the last time you just…existed? (Nope.

Drop a comment if you’ve ever worn pajamas to feel real. 👇