Fresh today · Wednesday, 1 July

New Wishes

A handful of wishes pulled from the cabinet this morning. Pick one up — copy, save it to your pinboard, or send it on.

Drawn at dawn
Wishes in the library
92,976

Eighth-grade graduate, today you walked across a small stage; tomorrow, slightly bigger ones. Steady on.

You graduated middle school! Pro tip: high school teachers like questions and dislike phones. Adjust accordingly.

Congratulations — you've earned the right to call middle school 'back when I was a kid.' Use it sparingly.

Eighth grade is officially history. Make ninth grade the first chapter where you start choosing your own subjects.

Congrats, graduate — your shoes are bigger, your locker is taller, and your homework is about to follow suit.

You did it! Now go enjoy a summer that's all yours. High school can wait one more week.

↑ pick one up
Browse by occasion

What are we writing today?

Cabinets sorted by occasion. Open one — pages are arranged by warmth, not algorithm.

More from today

Eighth-grade graduate, the friendships you keep this summer will set the tone for fall. Choose the funny ones.

Congrats — you've graduated from being told what to do to mostly being told what to do. Subtle but real progress.

You finished middle school! Be kind to the seventh graders next year; you remember exactly how it felt.

Congratulations, kid — your parents are proud, your teachers are relieved, and high school has no idea what's coming.

Eighth-grade graduate, the world keeps getting more interesting from here. Keep your curiosity, ditch the boredom.

You did it! Take a deep breath. High school is just middle school with more electives and slightly louder hallways.

Congratulations — middle school taught you the basics; high school teaches you the choices. Both matter.

Eighth grade complete! The cap is small, the moment isn't. Stand a little taller in the photos.

Congrats, graduate — go celebrate like a kid one more summer. The adult years can keep cooling on the counter.

晚安 — may the moon hold your worries while you sleep deep beneath kinder stars tonight.

Close your eyes — 做个好梦 — let tomorrow arrive softer than the day you're leaving behind.

May the night wrap around you like silk, every breath quieter than the last whispered word.

晚安,朋友 — rest the way rivers rest, still moving yet perfectly at peace beneath the surface.

Sleep gently — may 月光 fall across your pillow and turn this ordinary hour into something rare.

好梦 — let the day's noise dissolve like sugar in warm tea, leaving only sweetness behind.

May lanterns of dream-light guide you through the quiet hours until morning finds you whole.

Goodnight — 安睡 — may your heart slow to match the rhythm of crickets outside the window.

Rest under the same sky that watched you grow — 晚安, dear one, you are deeply loved.

May the night carry you the way a paper boat is carried — softly, surely, somewhere kinder.