Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.

The best things in life are the people we love, the places we have been, and the memories we have made along the way.

I can see your messages, but I can’t reply because it says you haven’t set up DM relays.

They ask me, choose a side mother or father, as if a divide could map the borders of my soul, or make a fractured story whole. But I was never shaped that way, no borrowed lines to make me stay I came to know my name alone, a quiet truth the dark has grown. No careful hands to mold my frame, no echo calling me the same I found my worth in open air, in silent roads and untold prayer. I bloomed where voices could not reach, beyond the rules they tried to teach and when they pulled, and when they cried, I stayed intact—I did not divide. I walk unbound, no thread, no chain, no past to lose, no need to gain just self reborn in every flame, just me again… and still the same.

humans 😁

Everyone you meet always asks if you have a career, are married or own a house, as if life was some kind of grocery list. But nobody ever asks if you are happy.

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves. — Carl Jung

The path to paradise begins in hell. - Dante