from: ivy@welcome.local
welcome!
my name is ivy — i make things like this.
you’re browsing through a collection of inboxes, confessions, and scraps i’ve decided to leave behind.
take your time. poke around. something true is always hiding in plain sight.
from: op198@proxy
i wasn’t going to send this.
they said it would ruin everything.
view link
from: system@lilycore.net
reminder:
your name is ivy.
you like dreamy things, broken code, secret messages.
you are not a machine. you are not your story, either.
but you’re allowed to keep telling it.
to: heartlog@sent
sometimes you leave parts of yourself behind in websites and coffee shops.
if someone finds them, they’re allowed to keep them.
from: me@drafts.local
i keep rewriting this.
sometimes i think i’m just a folder full of open tabs and half-deleted notes.
there’s beauty in that. maybe.
from: me@drafts.local
hey, it’s me again.
just wanted to say something before you sink in too deep again.
i know how it gets when you're making. building. perfecting.
the code whispers, and suddenly you're gone — hours pass like ghosts.
but hey. you are not your code. not your projects. not even your art.
you are the one who danced before typing. who giggled over milk tea.
who wandered into light-drenched bookstores and left a piece of your heart there.
this shrine is beautiful, but you are more. and even if it all vanished —
you'd still be here. still dreaming. still worth it.
take breaks. take care. don't vanish into the wires.