ひまわり
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For only time will tell us so...
December 18, 2025 at 4:50 PM
For only time will tell us so...
Stillness—
the gentle pause
between what was
and what will be.
It asks for nothing,
yet gives everything—
clarity, calm,
and the sound of your own becoming.
the gentle pause
between what was
and what will be.
It asks for nothing,
yet gives everything—
clarity, calm,
and the sound of your own becoming.
November 2, 2025 at 11:00 AM
Stillness—
the gentle pause
between what was
and what will be.
It asks for nothing,
yet gives everything—
clarity, calm,
and the sound of your own becoming.
the gentle pause
between what was
and what will be.
It asks for nothing,
yet gives everything—
clarity, calm,
and the sound of your own becoming.
Sana isa-isa lang, Lord. 🙏🏻
October 23, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Sana isa-isa lang, Lord. 🙏🏻
What do we do now? 😑
October 18, 2025 at 4:02 AM
What do we do now? 😑
In between here and there, time softly flows,
Carrying whispers only the heart knows. 🍀
Carrying whispers only the heart knows. 🍀
October 17, 2025 at 5:50 AM
In between here and there, time softly flows,
Carrying whispers only the heart knows. 🍀
Carrying whispers only the heart knows. 🍀
Some seasons are quiet — where growth happens deep within, where strength takes form in unseen places.
It’s in these silent stretches that your foundation is built, preparing you for the days when you’ll bloom effortlessly.
🍂🍁 😊
#AutumnFeels
It’s in these silent stretches that your foundation is built, preparing you for the days when you’ll bloom effortlessly.
🍂🍁 😊
#AutumnFeels
October 17, 2025 at 3:10 AM
Some seasons are quiet — where growth happens deep within, where strength takes form in unseen places.
It’s in these silent stretches that your foundation is built, preparing you for the days when you’ll bloom effortlessly.
🍂🍁 😊
#AutumnFeels
It’s in these silent stretches that your foundation is built, preparing you for the days when you’ll bloom effortlessly.
🍂🍁 😊
#AutumnFeels
In all that is heavy, there is hope, though it may be quiet and hard to see. The heaviness reminds us that we are still moving, still carrying, still alive. Where there is life, there is always the chance for something beautiful to bloom. 😊🌻
September 24, 2025 at 1:42 AM
In all that is heavy, there is hope, though it may be quiet and hard to see. The heaviness reminds us that we are still moving, still carrying, still alive. Where there is life, there is always the chance for something beautiful to bloom. 😊🌻
Not everything broken shows on the surface. I cannot pretend that all is okay.
September 23, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Not everything broken shows on the surface. I cannot pretend that all is okay.
Chocolate carries little sparks inside it-
Whispers of serotonin, soft rushes of dopamine,
The chemistry of comfort disguised as sweetness.
#CelebrationsWrappedInRibbons
Whispers of serotonin, soft rushes of dopamine,
The chemistry of comfort disguised as sweetness.
#CelebrationsWrappedInRibbons
September 17, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Chocolate carries little sparks inside it-
Whispers of serotonin, soft rushes of dopamine,
The chemistry of comfort disguised as sweetness.
#CelebrationsWrappedInRibbons
Whispers of serotonin, soft rushes of dopamine,
The chemistry of comfort disguised as sweetness.
#CelebrationsWrappedInRibbons
Being with the right person makes you want to be a better you.
September 17, 2025 at 3:47 AM
Being with the right person makes you want to be a better you.
👉🏻 People choose to be right for someone. 👈🏻
September 16, 2025 at 2:37 PM
👉🏻 People choose to be right for someone. 👈🏻
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A sorry would have fixed the night,
A change of heart could make it right.
But goodbye slips from your hands so free—
Do you even see what it does to me?
A change of heart could make it right.
But goodbye slips from your hands so free—
Do you even see what it does to me?
September 4, 2025 at 12:43 PM
A sorry would have fixed the night,
A change of heart could make it right.
But goodbye slips from your hands so free—
Do you even see what it does to me?
A change of heart could make it right.
But goodbye slips from your hands so free—
Do you even see what it does to me?
There are days when I don’t crave answers, only understanding.
Not advice, not judgment, not solutions—just the quiet grace of someone truly hearing me.
Not advice, not judgment, not solutions—just the quiet grace of someone truly hearing me.
September 4, 2025 at 12:15 PM
There are days when I don’t crave answers, only understanding.
Not advice, not judgment, not solutions—just the quiet grace of someone truly hearing me.
Not advice, not judgment, not solutions—just the quiet grace of someone truly hearing me.
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t ask for reasons.
It just knows.
Love arrives quietly, without logic,
like a soul finding its home in another.
It just knows.
Love arrives quietly, without logic,
like a soul finding its home in another.
August 22, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t ask for reasons.
It just knows.
Love arrives quietly, without logic,
like a soul finding its home in another.
It just knows.
Love arrives quietly, without logic,
like a soul finding its home in another.