MissWolfy14

I painted these grey tips myself—each stroke careful, each nail a little promise.
They look soft against my skin, but they weren’t

A little glimpse is all you get for now…
That tight pull in your chest? That restless ache? That’s me.

You don’t get the whole picture

🐺 Some of you just watch me.
Some of you sit in silence, hoping I’ll notice you.

But the ones who matter?
They step up. They give. They

If you miss me, don’t just scroll by and ache quietly.
Don’t linger in silence. Don’t hope I’ll notice you out of the crowd.

You know how