mistiffany

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Journal

Welcome to my Journal—a space where I capture moments, thoughts, and little pieces of everyday life. Here you’ll find my reflections, musings, and stories from the heart, all written as honestly as I live them. Whether it’s a fleeting feeling or a lasting lesson, this is where I write it down, one entry at a time.

  • 5:46

    A Poetry Film Some stories stay with us. Some promises do, too. 5:46 is a poetry film about memory, absence, and the kind of waiting that never quite ends. Inspired by the aftermath of Typhoon Yolanda, it tells the story of someone who continues to hold on to a promise, thirteen years after the storm.… Read more

  • Recalibrating

    I think I finally understand when my detachment starts. It usually happens after I realize that I have been expecting something from a person or a group that they either never promised to give me or simply do not naturally give. Sometimes it is something small. I expect someone to notice the work I poured… Read more

  • Hi, self.

    This feels like the right time to write it. Not when the applause was still ringing and not when you were rushing from one commitment to another. Sometimes the body forces us to sit still long enough to understand what just happened.  Tonight, I find myself sitting with gratitude. The past two weekends have been… Read more

  • 3amverse 📚

    Go to original post i’ve been staring at this photo for a while because i still can’t believe this book is finally real. this collection is a year late. manuscript did disappear. last july, my phone unexpectedly reset and the draft i carefully arranged — the themes, the order of the poems, the ones i… Read more

  • at 10am

    Some people master the art of carrying themselves so well that no one notices the exhaustion beneath it. They move through life with practiced composure, hands always steady, needs folded neatly into silence. Yet beneath that self-sufficiency remains the muffled ache to yearn openly and still be met with tenderness except permission to stay. Read more

  • 7am entry #005

    I went back to the place we used to frequent and stood in front of the same painting. This time, I wasn’t thinking about him. I realized it was always my happy place. I had just shared it with him. I’m okay being there on my own. Read more

  • 7am entry #004

    Getting out of the loop gave me the space I needed. The feeling of not being wanted had been there longer than I wanted to admit, and it hurt, especially because my instinct was to stay and push back, to prove I still belonged. But I got tired. At some point, I stopped resisting. I… Read more

  • Checking in… mic test, hello? ;)

    Had way too much matcha today which apparently comes with way too much time to think. 🐣 On my way back home, I found myself revisiting the past few months. (Easter reflection yarn?) Really. Life just… happens… somewhere along the way, I stopped checking in with others, and with myself. Tonight, I confronted the decisions… Read more

  • Autopilot no more

    These past days have affected me more than I expected. I have always felt indifferent toward marriage. I do not disrespect it, but I have never fully believed in it. My parents separated even though they were married. I have also seen many people fall apart in relationships. Because of that, I learned to keep… Read more

  • Becoming

    There are parts of my younger self that I look back on with discomfort. I was not just rigid. Sometimes, I was simply wrong. I used to be homophobic when I was younger. I held beliefs that felt righteous because they were familiar and unquestioned. I thought I was defending something important, but I was… Read more