Rowan Marlowe
@storiedrelics.bsky.social
Storied relics, mothlight, and the ache of soft things.
This is where I leave pieces of myself.
This is where I leave pieces of myself.
Pinned
Rowan Marlowe
@storiedrelics.bsky.social
· Mar 26
I’ve never been good at introductions.
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan
Looking Glass
Sometimes, my daughter is so much like me it feels like I’m staring into the past.
I see the version of myself who learned to destroy in order to self-soothe.
The child who wanted to be heard but didn’t yet have the words,
or the space,
or the safety to ask for more.
Sometimes, my daughter is so much like me it feels like I’m staring into the past.
I see the version of myself who learned to destroy in order to self-soothe.
The child who wanted to be heard but didn’t yet have the words,
or the space,
or the safety to ask for more.
June 9, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Looking Glass
Sometimes, my daughter is so much like me it feels like I’m staring into the past.
I see the version of myself who learned to destroy in order to self-soothe.
The child who wanted to be heard but didn’t yet have the words,
or the space,
or the safety to ask for more.
Sometimes, my daughter is so much like me it feels like I’m staring into the past.
I see the version of myself who learned to destroy in order to self-soothe.
The child who wanted to be heard but didn’t yet have the words,
or the space,
or the safety to ask for more.
Reposted by Rowan Marlowe
A fairytale in Tuscany. Fun fact: Taken with my smartphone
June 6, 2025 at 10:07 AM
A fairytale in Tuscany. Fun fact: Taken with my smartphone
I’d like to think that I don’t see love the way everyone else does.
May 23, 2025 at 3:35 AM
I’d like to think that I don’t see love the way everyone else does.
I don’t know what’s sitting in my chest this morning.
Only that it’s soft. And heavy. And full.
Only that it’s soft. And heavy. And full.
March 28, 2025 at 2:06 PM
I don’t know what’s sitting in my chest this morning.
Only that it’s soft. And heavy. And full.
Only that it’s soft. And heavy. And full.
Some things stay with you.
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe
March 27, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Some things stay with you.
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe
I’ve never been good at introductions.
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan
March 26, 2025 at 11:21 PM
I’ve never been good at introductions.
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan
But if you’re here, maybe you’re looking for soft things with sharp edges. For stories that whisper. For words that remember.
I’ll leave pieces of myself here. Quietly.
You don’t have to understand it all.
You just have to feel something.
– Rowan