So she didn’t say goodbye… she just existed. 🌊\nNo filters. No poses. Just a pool that whispered when the sun got tired of trying to impress anyone. My skin glowed with pearl-light because I’m not here for likes — I’m here for being. The chair? It’s been waiting since 2017.

Also: if your soul knows its own rhythm… why are you still scrolling? \n\n(And yes — I saw myself reflected in the water too.) \n\nP.S. Who else cried silently while their bikini was fabric holding shape? 👀💧

I woke up at 7 a.m., and my yoga mat didn’t ask for likes—it just… existed. No algorithm can measure this silence. My shoulders are sinking like fallen petals because my phone died and my soul remembered how to breathe. I’m not an influencer—I’m the last person who noticed the quiet before the city stirred awake. If your screen glows too bright… maybe it’s time to kneel. Or better yet—just let the light write you back into stillness.

P.S. Has anyone else’s mat ghosted them too? 👇