𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗹𝗱.
the air is soft, the sky is violet, and somewhere between the lines, a story is waiting to bloom.

lavender-scented thoughts drift through my mind; sometimes gentle, sometimes wild, always restless. i gather them in words, hoping they find a place to root.

i write like pressing flowers between pages, like chasing echoes in the wind. no stories set in stone yet, just whispers of something almost there.

no rush. just petals falling into place.

🪻 find me here: 𝗟𝗮𝘃𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘇 (𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸)

softly,
𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲