in a marriage, please understand that your spouse and you were both raised differently, see differently, and communicate differently. the important part is that you both respect each other’s differences and try to understand where one another is coming from.

once you lie to me, i’m going to always think you’re lying. please don’t create that vibe.

if we’re on facetime, i’m looking at myself in the little window. not you.

i don’t wish bad upon anybody but you reap what you sow. you don’t treat people like shit and live a happy life 🌞

trauma has become the laziest personality upgrade. instead of healing, some people cling to it like a brand because it conveniently explains why they’re cruel. being nasty is now marketed as “strong energy.” but let’s call it what it is: unresolved pain dressed up as empowerment.

i know once i leave, i don’t come back. that’s why i try so hard to stay.

even when people hurt me over and over, i choose to believe in gentleness, in the small, quiet miracles of everyday hearts.

saying no doesn’t make you a bad friend. it just means you’re taking care of yourself. and honestly, sometimes that’s the only way to be a good friend at all.

we all try to avoid getting hurt, but it happens anyway. let it hurt. let it heal. and then, somehow, you find yourself ready to keep going.

if proving a point costs your peace, it’s too expensive. let them have their little win. you’ve got better things to build than your ego. walk away.

the more you compare, the further you drift from yourself. your soul grows tired of pretending to be someone it isn’t. remember: peace begins when the scrolling ends.

real love is not about forever. it’s about choosing to stay for one more day, and then another, until forever happens without you noticing.

i am patient, but not foolish. love should not feel like standing in an empty station waiting for a train that never comes. at some point, even hope needs rest. — peach anaïs salinger

a husband may bring the roof, but a wife provides the walls that make it home. when both give, love stops being a sacrifice and becomes a shared creation. — paulo coelho

i tell myself i am no one’s favourite chapter. that way, when they close the book, it doesn’t hurt as much.

not every battle deserves a warrior. some only deserve a nap. i choose to rest instead of rage, to dream instead of defend. even the stars don’t argue. they just shine.

the 1990s were imperfect, yet kind. we spoke face to face, we played without fear, we trusted without proof. life was simple not because it was easy, but because it was real.

every breath you take this morning is a verse unspoken. god’s way of saying, “i haven’t given up on you yet.”

let me be the reason your heart blooms quietly, as though the universe whispered my name in your sleep. — rumi

office politics: where people who contribute nothing contribute gossip.

when you left, it wasn’t just the house that felt bigger, it was your parents’ silence. they spoke softer, cooked less, and saved the best parts of themselves for the rare weekends when you remembered you were still someone’s child and came home.