@re-joyce 21 July 2025 more from that month

You can be the ripest peach kissed by morning sun, soft with kindness, sweet with soul. And still, someone will pass you by, reaching for something bitter, something not you. It does not make you less golden. It does not steal your sweetness. It only proves this: not every tongue is meant to taste your kind of gentle. Be the peach anyway. Soft. Whole. Unapologetically you. Kanunay, Hilary