Some people feel like sunflowers – bright, open, easy to read.

Me? I’ve always felt like a peony.

So many layers. So many petals. A little slow to open.

And not everyone stays long enough to reach the sweet, hidden fragrance at the heart.

But those who do? They find softness. Stillness. A strange little world made of poems, planets and pink-toned daydreams.

My name is Taranjot – or TJ for short. I’m a writer of gentle things, a lover of meaningful rituals, a collector of thoughts that I find nearly impossible to keep inside my body. Taurus sun, part-peony, part-wandering stargirl.

I started White Peony Notes as a quiet corner where I could lay my softness gently in silk. Here you’ll find poetry that hums like lullabies and lingers like heartbreak, astrology reflections written in candlelight, skincare and self-care that feel like your own little spells, and musings from a girl who overthinks and overwaters her houseplants (and yes, cries over moonrise sometimes).

This isn’t a brand. It’s a bloom.

And if you’ve found your way here, maybe you’re a little peony too – still unfolding, still misunderstood, forever searching for peace. Kind of like me.

Smiles and cuddles forever for all my peonies reading this,

TJ.