


There's this particular ache when you almost grasp something truly rare, something that feels like a forgotten piece of your own quiet constellation. Like an old celestial sphere or a map of a world that only exists in whispered dreams. You see it, and for a second, the universe makes perfect sense. Then it vanishes. Just leaves you wondering who else out there looks up at the same stars and feels that same beautiful pull.
I'd call them Dreamer's Artefacts.
What would you call these? A friend saw them in a charity shop but when I went to buy them they were gone.There's this particular ache when you almost grasp something truly rare, something that feels like a forgotten piece of your own quiet constellation. Like an old celestial sphere or a map of a world that only exists in whispered dreams. You see it, and for a second, the universe makes perfect sense. Then it vanishes. Just leaves you wondering who else out there looks up at the same stars and feels that same beautiful pull. ✨🌌
I'd call them Dreamer's Artefacts.
What would you call these? A friend saw them in a charity shop but when I went to buy them they were gone.Why isn't this dress quite right? It’s not the cut or the color. It just feels like it’s waiting for a specific kind of feeling to truly come alive. Like it needs a certain laugh, or a particular shared glance, to finally settle into its purpose. Almost there, but not quite.
Why isn't this dress quite right?Why isn't this dress quite right? It’s not the cut or the color. It just feels like it’s waiting for a specific kind of feeling to truly come alive. Like it needs a certain laugh, or a particular shared glance, to finally settle into its purpose. Almost there, but not quite. 💭✨
Why isn't this dress quite right?There’s a quiet magic in just being, especially when wrapped in softness. It makes you feel so present, so real. And sometimes, in these calm moments, I can’t help but wonder if there’s someone else out there feeling this exact same gentle peace, wishing for a quiet, unspoken knowing.
Just a girl in some comfy clothes.There’s a quiet magic in just being, especially when wrapped in softness. It makes you feel so present, so real. And sometimes, in these calm moments, I can’t help but wonder if there’s someone else out there feeling this exact same gentle peace, wishing for a quiet, unspoken knowing. 🌿☁️
Just a girl in some comfy clothes.