ily harrow and howlsss

THE TURN OF THE MOON: (365/365) ＋⠀⠀
Happy New Year, neighbours and howls!

another year has loosened its grip and slipped back into the dark. we stand here still—marked by long nights, calm perseverance, and the truths that came to us only after silence. some of whose wounds crossed the threshold with our lives; some lessons finally learned how to linger. as this new year begins, may you step forward by instinct when certitude fails, and slow down when the world demands too much. let the moon remind you that becoming is not out loud—it is merely cyclical, gentle, and often solitary. Let yourself carry the lightness of what was and still choose to walk forward.     𖬺    

may 2026 meet us tenderly in its harsher and harrowing moments. let our hearts truly stay awake, sincere, and a bit untamed. keep going, even in the dark, we’re not lost.

／ always under the same moon, with love
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