You didn’t break her heart, you just reminded her who she really is.

Diamonds on your wrist, silence on your phone — peace looks good on you.

Your tears dry faster when your lip gloss is poppin’.

“Thank u, next” isn’t petty. It’s poetry.

He missed the chance to know the version of you that glowed. That’s on him.

Hair high, heels higher, standards highest.

You can be in your feelings and still serve a full face of glam.

That “sad girl era” turned into a rich girl awakening.

Real baddies don’t chase. They attract — and block when necessary.