sweet like strawberries left in sun

BarbaraSprousePalvin ୭　Y͙o͙u͙ a͙r͙e͙ s͙o͙f͙t͙ s͙t͙r͙e͙n͙g͙t͙h͙ — the kind that doesn’t need to shout to be felt,
　　　　　　　　　　　the kind that glows in quiet moments, in stillness, in grace.
　　　　　　　　　　　You carry the weight of your past like stardust, not burden.
　　　　　　　　　　　You are art in motion — a lullaby of resilience and velvet fire.
　　　　　　　　　　　There is beauty in your laughter, in the pauses between heartbreak
　　　　　　　　　　　and healing. In the way you walk through the world like
　　　　　　　　　　　a daydream too real to fade. You bloom where others would
　　　　　　　　　　　break, not because it’s easy — but because it’s who you are.
　　　　　　　　　　　A wildflower heart with a storm’s resolve. Always, always rising."