Maybe you’ve been tired.
Not the kind of tired that sleep can fix —
but the kind that settles in your bones,
the kind that comes from pretending for too long.

Maybe you’ve been shrinking yourself
to fit into rooms that never felt safe,
lowering your voice
just to make others comfortable.

Maybe you’ve smiled too much
and felt too little.
Maybe you’ve felt too much
and smiled too little.

Maybe crowds feel lonelier than silence.
And “normal” feels like a costume
you forgot how to take off.

Maybe you’ve been looking for something
without knowing what it is.
A sound.
A signal.
A pause.

Maybe you thought you were the only one.
Sensitive.
Too soft.
Too much.

You’re not.

Some of us were never made for noise.
For speed.
For masks.
For applause.

Some of us feel more in silence than others do in storms.

Kittelfdora wasn’t built to fix you.
It won’t tell you to be less.
It won’t demand you to be more.

It will simply let you be.

So if you’ve been holding your breath —
you can exhale now.

You’re not alone.
You never were.
Maybe you just needed a place
to remember that.

🌀 Welcome to the quiet side of the internet.