Power Lines - Because inner peace is great, but have you tried being right?
- Dani Passat
- Oct 31
- 3 min read
Snapshot:
Power Lines is what happens when you stop apologizing for taking up emotional space and start charging rent. It’s bold, high-voltage, and slightly inappropriate — like espresso in textile form.
This collection is for anyone who’s ever been told to “calm down” and instead bought a louder outfit. It’s soft rebellion. Controlled chaos. The electric hum of someone who’s finally done explaining themselves.
Basically, if your nervous system had a mood board — this is it.
Where It Hurt First
It started somewhere between the first time someone interrupted you mid-sentence and the day you realized “self-care” doesn’t mean fixing other people’s crap.
You know that moment when you’re trying to be chill, but your inner voice is like, “No, we’re not doing that anymore”? Yeah — that’s the birth of Power Lines.
It’s the collection that celebrates your short fuse and your long history of being underestimated. Because peace is nice, but power looks better on you.
How It Turned Into Art
The designs are energy in physical form — pulsing lines, charged patterns, gradients that look like emotion caught mid-scream.
Color palette: electric cobalt, molten gold, graphite black, blush static, and a little bit of “try me.” Textures shimmer and shift depending on the light, just like your moods.
Each pillow feels like plugging your self-worth back into the socket after someone tried to dim you.
The 11 Messengers
Each pillow in Power Lines is a love letter to your audacity.They’re what empowerment looks like when it starts flirting with chaos.
Midnight Luxe — Dark, dangerous, and definitely worth the consequences.
Stroke of Midnight — For people who still make wishes after the clock strikes “I’m done.”
Touch Me With Your Silence — Flirtation for the emotionally literate.
Bleed Light, Break Nothing — Pain, but make it productive.
Midnight Slip — Proof that confidence is a dress code.
Petty & Powerful — Because sometimes revenge is aesthetic.
Cold Blooded. Clear Mind. — The peace that follows precision.
Sweet. Sharp. Untouchable. — Soft enough to feel, strong enough to leave.
Don’t Mistake My Grace — Kind ≠ weak. Learn the difference.
Quiet as a Threat — The calm that scares them more than your anger ever did.
Shock Me Like You Mean It — If you can’t handle intensity, buy curtains.
When This Lives in Your Home
These pillows belong in rooms with big opinions and great lighting. They thrive next to steel, glass, espresso machines, and people who text in complete sentences.
They don’t match — they lead. One glance and guests will know: this house is emotionally stable… with Wi-Fi that could start a revolution.
How to Live With It
Pair with bold textures: chrome, black leather, polished wood — things that say “touch me, but ask first.”
Let it contrast soft surroundings — that’s the point.
Ideal lighting: moody, cinematic, dramatic. (Like your last three relationships.)
These pieces look best when you’re wearing confidence and a mild grudge.
What Healing Looks Like Here
Healing here is loud. It’s dancing in your kitchen after cutting off someone who used “LOL” in a serious apology. It’s charging your phone and your energy, and blocking everyone who drains either.
This isn’t namaste. It’s nah, I’m good. It’s therapy with edge, enlightenment with eyeliner, Zen with a middle finger.
For the Ones Who Stopped Playing Small
“What would happen if you stopped dimming your light for people still on dial-up?”“What if confidence isn’t ego — it’s electricity?”
Go ahead. Glow recklessly. They’ll either adjust or short-circuit.
Set the Mood
🎧 Soundtrack:
“Energy” – Beyoncé
“Don’t Start Now” – Dua Lipa
“Seven Nation Army” – The White Stripes
“Stronger” – Kanye West
“Good as Hell” – Lizzo
Mood: caffeinated self-awareness, chaotic empowerment, designer rage.
Join the Softcore Society
Here, we don’t shrink to fit.We expand, spark, and short the damn circuit if it means staying authentic.
Welcome to Softcore Society — where your glow-up has voltage warnings.