Some goodbyes are acts of self-respect.

Not all wounds are visible, and not all healing is loud.

We are made of every goodbye we survived.

Even the moon has phases.

People show you who they are when they have nothing to gain.

Everyone you meet is fighting something you can't see.

Nobody talks about how much you grieve who you used to be.

I stopped asking why and started asking what's next.

Silence says what words can't.

Kindness is a language even silence speaks.

Keep your heart soft and your boundaries clear.

I'm learning that peace is a choice I make daily.

People change, and so do the reasons they stay.

Some feelings don't fit into captions.

Not everything that weighs you down is yours to carry.

Not every question needs an answer tonight.