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.