Resist the urge to overexplain yourself when you’re hurt(ing) I have spent too much time turning pain into paragraphs. As if the right arrangement of words could make someone feel what it was like to be

The Mirror That Learned to Speak For the longest time, I believed other people held the missing pieces of me. So I searched their faces. Their pauses. Their smiles. The spaces between their words. Certain

Adem Het moment dat je ineens beseft dat je je adem al een hele tijd onbewust hebt ingehouden. Niet omdat je dat wilde. Maar omdat iets in jou dacht dat het moest. Survival. Schouders een fractie omhoog.

Honor your cycle by feeding your body with kindness … not control. This bowl isn’t just breakfast; it’s balance, beauty, and becoming. 🌙

✨ The story behind our opening It started with a tiny spark — a what if. Late nights, endless coffee, moodboards, and a vision that just wouldn’t let go. ☕️💭 There were moments of pure excitement… and

Grace in her glass, Purpose in her pulse. Rooted in stillness, She blooms in truth. Flowing in grace, Glowing in light A soul at peace, A heart in flight. ✨

I never knew you were my harbor until at night inner chaos visited me… Your side of the bed a gaping geography, the dark humming with teeth. Chaos , old stalker… slithered back in on silent soles, pressed

I press my thumb to the edge of the knife, just to watch the red rise slow a tiny rebellion against the nothingness, a whisper back to the dark: See? I’m still here…. The pain is a friend, the only one

Hey beautiful people, It took me a little while, because I had writer's block I think.... But I managed to write another part of the story... It might still cha

Kraw, one of my dear friends in the other world (he was a trickster demon who eats lies and speaks bluntly) oozed from the shadows, his dark eys narrowed. “Blade stinks of kunu-rage, ” he rasped. “Sour.

So this might not be a part of today's prompt, but I have just finished another part of my story and I would like to share it here! The first part for those

Hey beautiful people, I’ve been working on this short short story for quite a while now and today’s prompt, prompted me to continue writing it… I was experiencing a little block. I did manage to write

As someone who suffers from severe anxiety, I have learned that there is not much to help me stay calm. So I have spend quite a bit of time putting together something that keeps me tethered to reality

🌿 My Dream Lesson: First Harvest in Your Own Garden 🌿 Last night, I dreamed of a journey I was about to take. But before I could depart, I stood in a garden full of meaning. At its center stood a beautiful

Hiraeth (Longing for Home) Sometimes my sense of home feels like sadness, and then it looks like tea gone cold next to an empty seat, like a worn fold in an old map that leads nowhere I know, like the