Your anger is not you

🎨 Hello, dear artists! Children’s tears come fast—sudden as summer rain. A scraped knee, a broken crayon, a toy taken too soon. They cry with their whole face, without hiding, without shame. Their sadness is loud...

🎨 Hello, dear artists! She smiled like someone who had learned how to smile through silence. It wasn’t forced—but it wasn’t whole, either. People often told her how beautiful she looked, how bright her eyes were. They...

🎨 Hello, dear artists! He wasn’t young anymore, but he didn’t mind. The rush to prove himself had quieted. His hair was thinner, his steps slower, but his thoughts—sharper. He had lived just enough to know what...