She’s not soft for comfort. She’s soft like velvet wrapped around steel. They’ll try to name her, claim her, tame her— and fail.
Because she was never theirs to begin with.
They put her in white like it meant silence. Like the color could erase the fire inside her. But she never needed to shout to be heard. Her softness was armor, and every gaze that tried to define her only made her stronger.
She’s not their fantasy. She’s her own force.
A little danger in her eyes, a little poetry in her posture.
They called her too much until they wanted more. Wrapped in red, with lips like a secret and skin kissed by spotlight, she wrote her own chapter in the room’s silence.
Midday madness but make it ✨Parisian pretty✨ Running on deadlines & desserts—just a happy girl romanticizing her own life~ (´。• ᵕ •。`) ♡
A smile is just the start… the real glow lives in how I care, how I stay soft, and how I always choose love first ( ´͈ ᵕ `͈ )♡ You don’t need to try so hard to be seen, pretty girl—you are the moment.
This is what it looks like when a girl minds her business, hydrates, and protects her peace.
I’m not searching, not chasing, not proving. I’m just here, showing up as her—soft and strong, with a heart full of dreams and a closet full of confidence.
Find your light, fix your crown, and walk away from anything that messes with your mood~ (≖ᴗ≖✿)
You’re not hard to love—they just lacked taste.
So catch up, queens—let's glow without 'em!
The trees saw me and whispered, ‘there she is’ (๑˃ᴗ˂)
Just a pretty girl walking like the world’s her runway—with iced coffee, obviously~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
rep your nick and I'll give you :
— My favorite person.
— Wow you're so cool.
— Friendly and easy going.
He said ‘You’re too much’—and I said
‘Exactly’ (๑˘︶˘๑)♡
Being soft doesn’t mean I’m weak. Try me~ ( •̀ω•́ )σ
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