Through the Heartspace

12/25/2025

12/25/2025

12/17/2025

Thought I’d pass this along to my Idaho followers! My best friend is amazing!

12/03/2025

I don’t flinch at letting go of what isn’t meant for me.

I’ve always been like this — walking away clean, even when it burns,
because settling has never tasted right on my tongue.

Hearts buried in a graveyard of old hurt don’t break me anymore.

I’ve stepped through the rubble enough times to know what deserves a pulse and what deserves a goodbye.

I stay loyal to a feeling I didn’t choose —
something carved into me long before I had a name for it.

Life after life, I’ve refused to trade that knowing
for comfort, convenience, or company that doesn’t hit the right frequency.

Call it stupid.
Call it stubborn.
Fine.

But I’m not shrinking myself for almosts
when I know the difference between noise and destiny.

And I don’t care what the world keeps selling — “something is better than nothing.”
Wrong.

I’ll take nothing
over the wrong something
every single time.

Because there’s a truth in me
older than breath,
older than logic,
older than every heartbreak I’ve crawled out of —
a pull I can’t unlearn,
a shape my soul already recognizes
without needing a face attached.

I’ve always been this way.

Unmoved by distractions.

Uninterested in replacements.

Wide open only for what feels like it was written into my bones before I ever opened my eyes.