Same ol’thang.

There’s a theme at the moment where I keep hearing the same ol thanggg and I just need to say something out loud.

There's nobody busier than someone who isn't interested. Sometimes the clarity you're waiting for is already there, in the silence, the delays, the excuses. Not everyone who says they care is willing to show up, and that mismatch can be confusing when your heart is still hoping. But attention is energy and energy doesn't lie,

It's not about blaming them. It's about trusting yourself enough to stop one from shrinking just to fit into someone else's maybe. You deserve

someone whose presence matches their words.

Please L.O.V.E yourself more.

- Nothing but Love.

T xoxo

DRIPPING

she made a masterpiece

out of being underestimated.

they don’t know what to do

with a woman who doesn’t need saving

because she already resurrected herself

three times

before breakfast.

you wanna talk alchemy?

she took all the “you’re too much”

and turned it into a throne room.

now queens call her for tips.

she built an entire language

from the letters they used to label her.

spelled “freedom”

out of every “fuck you”

they etched into her lineage.

when they said “be realistic,”

she painted constellations

with her eyes closed

and made logic beg for mercy.

then taught wonder how to walk again.

you wanna know what power looks like?

it looks like her,

taking hell’s leftovers,

making them holy,

and feeding the angels

who swore she’d never fly.

they told her to settle down,

as if earthquakes ever apologized

for shifting the shape of the world.

she is the sound of every woman

who was ever told to be quiet

becoming the soundtrack

to someone else’s awakening.

loving her means

remembering

that heaven was once a woman

no one believed in.

and still

she rose.

in bare feet.

with galaxies in her hair.

and too much

love

to ever be small again.

This is for Me & My Lover Girls

DEAR LGZ.

The ones who feel everything, who read between the lines, who notice the tone, the timing, the way someone lingers just a second too long. The ones who’ve been conditioned to turn moments into meaning, to romanticize every spark, to wonder if this could be the thing.

Let me free you:

You don’t have to make every connection count for something deeper. You don’t have to carry curiosity like a burden. Sometimes it’s just a vibe. A little laughter. A shared rhythm. You’re allowed to enjoy it without planning the sequel. Pace is protection. Choosing not to overanalyze every glance or word isn’t denial, it’s wisdom. Waiting for clarity doesn’t make you less soft, less sincere, less you. It means you’ve learned to protect the most tender parts of who you are. You’re not withholding; you’re honoring.

Guarding your heart isn’t the same as closing it. You can let a moment be good without deciding it’s leading somewhere. Stop scripting futures in your head with people who barely know your heart. That’s not jaded, it’s wise. You’ve earned your discernment. And when something is real, it’ll hold. It won’t confuse you. It won’t make you guess. It’ll show up clear.

Until then? Let it be light. Let it be fun. Let it pass. Let it live. Let it be nothing and still worth remembering.

Nothing but Love, Always!

T xoxo