꒰୨୧◞ 。There’s something unshakably human about this time of year. An urgency to close cycles, to count the days as if by doing so, we could make sense of them. How is it that something as abstract as time keeps us so captive? As if we could grasp it, tame it, make it bow before us. But, dear stranger, what is time if not the echo of our heartbeats? A rhythm that feels eternal when we love and fleeting when it hurts. Still, here we are, measuring our existence in years that end and begin, as if naming them would make them understandable. ﹗ ໒꒱۪
Name: Ninna
Age: 16yo
Pronouns: she/her
Likes: pinball, 19th century shipwrecks
Dislikes: the corporatization of the internet
ㅤ𝅄🍰ㅤㅤ˚ㅤ ㅤ﹙𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾﹚ㅤ𝗇ameㅤㅤׅㅤ ㅤノ "ৎ 
Welcome to my little place! ((っ˘ω˘ς )
I don’t know your name or the texture of your voice, but at this moment, I imagine you as a soul that breathes, that struggles, that feels. Perhaps you’re reading this under the pale glow of a lamp, with fingers tired from holding so much invisible weight, or maybe in the euphoria of a summer afternoon, when the air seems to dance. But it doesn’t matter where you are; it matters that you exist, and that alone is a miracle.
་∔་། 𓎢𓎟𓎡 ⠀ ິ 𓈒ֺּׅ‿◞ ྀི