Tattoos are stories. Worn. Carried. Etched into flesh. A moment—captured, held, inked into time. Some shout. Loud. Unapologetic. Some whisper. Hidden beneath fabric, beneath years, beneath memory. Life moves— skin stretches, softens, wrinkles— yet the ink remains. A...
Life doesn’t always go as planned. The road you thought you’d take? It disappears. The certainty you once had? It unravels. And suddenly, you’re here— somewhere you never expected to be. Out in the unknown, we feel untethered. Like a boat without an anchor,...
#AloneBeing alone—it’s not something to fear. It’s something to embrace. It’s not a problem to fix. It’s a rhythm to step into.Solitude isn’t emptiness. It’s space. Space to breathe, to pause, to simply be.At first, it feels strange. The urge to fill the space, to do...
#HomeThe world out there moves fast—it can be relentless, insistent, always asking for more.But home?Home is the pause. The deep breath. The space where you don’t have to be anything other than yourself.It’s the sound of familiar voices, the rhythm of well-worn...
#Move It’s what life does. What we do. What the world does, constantly shifting, evolving, becoming. To move is to leave something behind—an old idea, a familiar place, a worn-out way of being. But it’s also to step into something new. A possibility. A future not...
#BreakWe use this word all the time.We break bread.We take a break.We break down.We break up.We break open.Here, brokenness is transformed. Fragments of colour come together to create something new—a cross, a church—symbols of faith, belonging, and restoration.So,...
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