and now... i have a new room. new walls, new corners. a room that's waiting to be filled with new stories yet still carrying the same softness i've always kept inside <8
because the point is... that room held a version of me that was growing, healing, and learning to "breathe". it was my safe place. my anchor. the one space that have listened to every rant, every tear, every anxiety, every burnout, every joy, and every giggle.
my vanity—filled with my perfume collection, rows of nail polish, all my little accessories, skincare, lipcare, & haircare supplies, my soft pink bedcover, the warm lights, my candles, my giant dreamcatcher, my doll, and... all the pink things, even the tiniest decorations.