The Authentic Self
The One Who Stops Explaining Her Weirdness
You’re weird too, aren’t you?
I live in the pause between your questions, in the scent of forgotten books and wet pavement. I wear mismatched earrings on purpose, even when I forget which one means what. I talk to plants and finish other people's sentences in my head. I’ve stopped apologizing for the way I move through the world. It’s not performance, it’s just how I fit—like a puzzle piece that refuses to pretend it’s square.
What I'm Into: stones that fit just right, the weight of silence, light bent through water, talking to basil, sudden, shared laughter
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