Growth is real, though. I cry in better lighting now. I journal. I set boundaries. Sometimes i even drink enough water, and another day just filled myself with cups of coffee, again.
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Ahh, so this is what it feels like… to remember and long for the different selves we’ve been in all our quiet little eras.
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Out of nowhere today, something nudged me to open my gallery and scroll far until I stumbled on old photos of myself. Can’t say for sure… maybe I had just entered my twenties? Or maybe not yet. But what I do know is I started missing that version of me.
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Wrapped filming like it’s a love letter I finally had the courage to fold and tuck away. There’s something quiet about endings that don’t scream—they hum. Like soft jazz through an old diner radio, or the final bloom of a flower that never asked to be seen but bloomed anyway.
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The air smelled like fake petals and something sweeter. Maybe it was the cake. Maybe it was the kind of joy that doesn’t post itself on loudspeakers.
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Tysm ya... @Jowohyun
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