just a girl who collects shattered things-
and writes them into something that aches beautifully.

future therapist with soft hands and a heavy heart.
full-time dreamer. part-time heart mender.
i write for the girls who feel too much,
for the love that burns slow but stays,
for the pain that doesn't ask permission.

stories don't end here-
they linger, like perfume on old letters,
like a song you can't stop humming at midnight.
and maybe, just maybe... you were meant to find this one.

| grumpy x sunshine believer | pain with poetry | purple skies & wilted flower kind of love |

P.S. I'll spill feelings and maybe even some typos. be gentle with me-I'm still learning how to bleed soft.