Baptism is not the start of God’s love; it is the community’s promise to reflect it.

I dyed my hair pink and back to blonde. Lol my scalp. Ouch

Does your church talk more about Jesus and personal faith, or more about power, politics, and the nation?

Sometimes the soul wanders ahead scouting the future while the heart lingers with the past.

Dying seems simple. Living is the part that takes courage

I can see the old architecture in my mind. I don’t want to live in that building anymore.

epistemically irresponsible

Still cute. Still trying. Still here.

Dreamed I had to redo senior year.
Respectfully, I am tired and already did that.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop needing my mom. I know she’s gone, but my heart still waits for her. I love you ...are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need anything?

Support your local artist, they say… but they’re still trying to get a discount on haircuts.

Stop performing goodness for God. Start practicing it for people.

I cry all night and smile all day

My heart hasn’t learned how to exist in a world where she isn’t physically here.

Reality is setting in without mercy

Grief comes in tidal waves.
Some knock the wind out of me, some I learn to float through.

I miss my mom deeply.
And even on the hardest days, I remind myself
these waves are made of love. 🤍

Love never ends. Forever my mom. Your love didn’t leave; it changed form.

Losing her hurts in a way words can’t fully explain. She was always soft, always loved. That’s how I’ll always know her. Rest peacefully, Mom. 🕊️

I’m really bummed out. My mom is dying of cancer. The chemo stopped working, and now she’s on hospice.

don’t ask me to glow when I’m trying not to collapse.

Self-love isn’t my goal right now. I just need to not abandon myself.

I didn’t snap. I accumulated.

The request is simple: put the money on my books.

I don’t believe my beliefs should override someone else’s medical needs or personal autonomy.

Abuse it once, and it disappears for good.

Little me didn’t need much;
just a soda to help the medicine go down.
It felt like magic. ✨

Men’s cuts are carving stone.
Women’s cuts are sculpting air.

I think I’m more of a “get a cat” era than a “date a guy” era.

I loved before I loved myself. It showed.