╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫 .☘︎ ݁˖

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴.
𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴.
𝘐𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.

I write the way seasons change-slow, intentional, sometimes sudden, always honest. My stories grow from everyday soil: 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

Here, words don't rush. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦.

 ⋆˙⟡ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 ✦.──
⋇ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - tender, gentle, and deeply felt.
⋇ 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 - memories that return with light and air.
⋇ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - silence, seasons, and breathing spaces.
⋇ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 - ordinary moments, quietly meaningful.
⋇ 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 - emotions that take their time.
⋇ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 - soft, reflective, and human.
⋇ 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 - imperfect, learning, still kind.
⋇ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 & 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - where feeling meets thought.
⋇ 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 - tradition living in the present.

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※ It's Called PRIDE! (2024)
※ The Mother's Vendetta (Upcoming)
※ Sex in Love, Sucks? (Upcoming)
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 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 6 𝐏𝐌 (𝐈𝐒𝐓) ༉‧₊˚.

This is a gentle space.
A respectful one.
A place where readers and stories sit side by side, watching the sky change colors.
Stay as long as you like.
Read slowly.
Let the silence speak.

- 𝘔𝘴. 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘳 🌿