music on, world off

to be beautifully human

crawls into the depths of your darkness and curls around your soul

your soul knows

The soul remembers.

Due to the humidity, my hair has chosen violence.

just breathe

A healthy love can heal many things.

Be fierce, be feral, be you and give no fucks.

when love is real it's beautiful

Behind every great woman is a man staring at her butt as she walks away.

Making my favorite pasta shape is self-care.

Real peace is when you’re happy, healed, unbothered, and have moved on enough to unblock them, leave the past in the past.

Sometimes, you need to sit in the silence.

I have no tolerance for people who act like the victim in a situation they created.

Noticing everything is both a blessing and a curse.

Caffeine isn’t enough anymore, I need to chew on a power line.

Woke up and chose authenticity again.

Let's skip this pretend kindness and show me your true self.

Women are strong, beautiful, and fierce!

A thunderstorm and you.

They don’t keep coming back because they love and miss you… they do it because you keep letting them and you’re easy supply for the attention they need.

Not everyone deserves to know your soul.

she is what fire looks like if it were a woman

The moon knows.

exhaustion of the mind, body, and soul

lost in the music

Is it over yet

Some things are not and should never be accepted or tolerated.

I’m just gonna start hissing at people.

There’s not enough coffee for this bullshit.

I saw the real you and loved you anyway.

If you’re constantly involved in drama… you are the drama.

2025 is a hot mess.

Bourbon and a poptart, girl dinner done right.

this is why we can’t have nice things *gestures to the universe*

the rain and you

Being loved by a good man is one of the safest feelings.

thank you for loving me when it's not so easy.

Give zero fucks about who likes you and live your life.

Some memories break your soul all over again.

It doesn’t matter how busy I am… If I care about you, I make time for you.

No thanks. - A Memoir

Coffee is survival.

The urge to disappear and live happily ever after.