i didn't fall in love; i sprinted toward you with a deliberate intention to embrace every part of you. falling implies chance, but loving you was a conscious choice, a journey pursued with open arms. it's a declaration that my love for you isn't a mere accident; it's a purposeful and unregrettable pursuit.

— @fiercethorns

“sprinting in love”

love, it's like changing seasons. there's the warmth of summer passion, where every touch feels like a sunbeam. then comes the cozy fall, where love settles like a comfortable sweater, familiar and comforting. winter may bring its chill, testing the strength of connections, yet leaving room for the warmth of shared blankets and laughter. spring, oh, it's the renewal, the blooming of love, where each day feels like a fresh start. love, in all its seasons, is this beautiful, ever-evolving journey.

@fiercethorns | “love in seasons”

not everyone will like you, and that's perfectly fine. it's like flavors - some people prefer chocolate, others lean towards vanilla. embracing the truth that not everyone will appreciate your uniqueness is liberating. it's a reminder that diversity in perspectives is what makes the world colorful. so, let them have their taste, while you savor the richness of being true to yourself.

@ fiercethorns

— unapologetically you”

not everyone will like you, and that's perfectly fine. it's like flavors - some people prefer chocolate, others lean towards vanilla. embracing the truth that not everyone will appreciate your uniqueness is liberating. it's a reminder that diversity in perspectives is what makes the world colorful. so, let them have their taste, while you savor the richness of being true to yourself.

@ fiercethorns

— “unapologetically you”

home isn't a place; it's a feeling, a heartbeat in the rhythm of familiarity. it's the warmth that wraps around you, not in bricks and mortar, but in shared moments and laughter echoing through the walls of the heart. home is where the heart finds its ease, a space that transcends physical boundaries, a sanctuary in the intangible embrace of love and belonging.

@ fiercethorns | “home isn’t a place”

solitude, it's this double-edged sword – on one side, there's the calm, the chance to hear your own heartbeat, but on the other, it's a dangerous dance with your deepest fears and unspoken truths. in the quiet, your mind becomes both ally and adversary, and the line between introspection and drowning in your thoughts blurs. solitude, it's a risky game of balance, where the danger lies in losing yourself within the silence.

@ fiercethorns | “silent danger”

home isn't a place; it's a feeling, a heartbeat in the rhythm of familiarity. it's the warmth that wraps around you, not in bricks and mortar, but in shared moments and laughter echoing through the walls of the heart. home is where the heart finds its ease, a space that transcends physical boundaries, a sanctuary in the intangible embrace of love and belonging.

@ fiercethorns | “home isn’t a place”

solitude, it's this double-edged sword – on one side, there's the calm, the chance to hear your own heartbeat, but on the other, it's a dangerous dance with your deepest fears and unspoken truths. in the quiet, your mind becomes both ally and adversary, and the line between introspection and drowning in your thoughts blurs. solitude, it's a risky game of balance, where the danger lies in losing yourself within the silence.

@ fiercethorns | “silent danger”