home.

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"Sometimes, home is just two arms holding you."


But most times, it’s a place where you can finally let your emotions out. A space where you know- yes, things are hard right now, but I’ll be okay. A space where you're not obliged to be anything but yourself, where you can simply be until it feels lighter. Where no one yells, no one makes you feel like a failure. Sometimes, home is within you- but you have to build it, slowly, by breaking every norm others build around you.

Maybe it’s walking into a café on a random evening and reading your favourite book. Getting ice cream at midnight. Running through empty streets just because you felt like it. Dancing to your favourite song by yourself, barefoot, smiling through the tears. Telling yourself, “you did great today.” Maybe it’s holding yourself through the chaos. Taking care of your own heart when everything feels like it’s falling apart.

Making sure you are loved.

Making sure you are heard.


Maybe, in the end...

maybe home is just you.




song vibe? maybe yellow by coldplay 🤍

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