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.

I didn’t pose. I just… existed.

While everyone chased likes, I was too busy tasting sweetness slowly—with no one watching but myself.

That pink bikini? Not for the ‘gram. It was bought on impulse after 3 AM because my mother slept—and so did my anxiety.

So yeah… if no one sees you? Good.

You’re not viral. You’re real.

What’s your next move? A nap. And maybe… another lollipop.