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Then why did the universe let us fall in love if we can't be together at the end?

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The ring, The rumor

He gave me a ring once. Handmade. Warm. Like it believed in promises I never asked for. I set it down on the windowsill. Not out of anger. Not regret either. More like placing a fragile thing where it can no longer expect anything from me. He... See More »

Words That Bruise, Words That Heal

It hurts in a way I didn't expect. Not because someone pointed out something I could improve, not because they disagreed with my writing or my voice, but because some people choose to be mean just to watch something break. They don't offer guidance,... See More »

Two sides of the same coin.

I keep thinking about how I can be both things at once. How I can ache for connection, yet freeze the moment someone gets too close. How I want to be understood, but the thought of being seen terrifies me. It's strange holding opposites in the same... See More »

He didn't just give me a ring. He made one, just for me.

It still hits me in the strangest ways. The thought that he didn't just hand me a ring one day. He sat with his own hands, his own time, his own quiet wanting... and made one for me. Like he took whatever he was feeling and shaped it into something... See More »

When the Words Refuse to Come

There are days when the page feels heavier than it should. I sit with it, waiting for language to arrive, but all I hear is the hum of silence. They call it writer's block, but maybe it's not a block at all—maybe it's just me assuming it's there.... See More »

Zombie Dream Realm

I had one of those dreams that feel more like a movie than sleep. A whole world unfolded... strange, dangerous, and yet vivid enough that waking up felt like being thrown out of a story halfway through. The dream started with an enchanted newspaper,... See More »

When the Sky Forgets to Pretend

There are evenings when the horizon looks too tired to keep its mask on. The clouds stop arranging themselves into something pretty, the colors bleed without grace, and the light just falls... clumsy, uneven, raw. And in that strange imperfection,... See More »

Fragments I Left on the Table

Unfinished sentences. A half-empty glass. A thought I didn't get to finish. Some days, I am nothing but leftovers of myself... small pieces scattered, waiting for someone to notice, or maybe just waiting for me to gather them back.

Apologies That Don't Fit the Crime

There are apologies that are too small for the damage they follow, and apologies that are too big for something barely worth a sorry. Both leave me uneasy, like trying on clothes that don't quite fit. I think about the way we fumble over apologies,... See More »

Why Compliments Feel Like Foreign Languages

It's strange how hearing something kind can feel more uncomfortable than hearing something cruel. Criticism slips in easily.. I know exactly where to file it. But compliments? They make me stumble, like someone's speaking a language I never studied.... See More »

That Awkward Dance of Holding the Door Too Long

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We've all done it... holding the door for someone who's just a little too far away, then watching them half-jog, half-smile their way toward us. It's... See More »

Wealth skipped us, Trauma didn't

Carrying Generational Trauma Instead of Wealth Some families pass down houses, land, or businesses. Others pass down stories, resilience, and scars that never quite healed. When you grow up in the shadow of generational trauma, it can feel like you... See More »

Is There a Professional Way to Pretend You Don't Know Your Psychiatrist at Work?

So there I was, in the middle of my workday, when I spotted my psychiatrist. At ✨work✨ Of all places. My coworkers have no idea I even see one, and suddenly I'm in a silent staring contest, debating whether I should wave like a friend, nod like a str... See More »

The Mystery of Missing Socks

I don't know where they go, but I'm convince there's a secret world where all the missing socks live together. They probably hang out with missing pens, lost hair ties, and that one earring I swore I left on the table. Every time laundry day comes,... See More »

The Silent Company of Dreams

Last night, I dreamed of you. You never spoke, yet you stayed beside me... steady and near. It was quiet, but not empty. As if silence itself was enough, and presence was its own kind of language.

wings in my hands 🦋

This afternoon, I crossed paths with a butterfly — not just any butterfly, but one of those big, striking ones that look almost unreal when their wings catch the light. It was struggling, caught in a quiet battle with the wind and the ground. I... See More »

What food do you crave when you’re emotionally unstable?

in between hours

while the sky blinked slow and nobody asked anything from me. afternoons feel like limbo. not morning’s promise, not night’s softness — just this quiet middle where time forgets itself. i’m not doing much, just sitting with thoughts that don’t ask... See More »

sunlight speaks in hushes

the morning tiptoes in, not with fanfare, but with golden fingers pulling the night off your shoulders. you don’t need to be ready yet. you just need to breathe. the world can wait while you sip the silence. the sun already believes in you. isn’t... See More »

slightly blurry

with one sock on and a brain full of static. my thoughts feel like fog on glass. nothing clear, just shapes and feelings. i don’t mind it, though. some nights aren’t for clarity. some nights are just for being a little blurry, a little soft, a... See More »

Which fictional character would you trust to babysit your pet (and why is it a bad idea)?

Mine would be Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables) Vibe: Cottage core, overly apologetic Why you’d trust her: She’d write your pet poetry, feed them berries, and make up lullabies. Why it’s a bad idea: Comes back with your cat in a handmade bonne... See More »

Evening things

Posted on a night that didn’t ask for much, and maybe that’s what made it kind. tonight feels like warm laundry. like quiet dishes drying on the rack. like background music that no one notices but your soul somehow dances to. i didn’t do anything... See More »

tuesday, nothing makes sense and maybe that’s okay

Posted at 9:17 AM, wearing socks that don’t match and a brain that’s still half-asleep. i woke up today thinking about spoons. how some of them go missing for weeks and then reappear in places like your backpack or under your bed like they’ve been... See More »

Cthulhu Dreams in Color: A Counter-Narrative

They say I came to devour. That I rise from the depths to bring madness — to claw at the edges of reality, to twist the sky, to crack the minds of men like brittle shells. But tell me this: Have you ever tried sleeping for centuries, only to wake t... See More »

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