mistiffany

This is my bubble.

  • 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 šŸ“š

    Go to original post iā€™ve been staring at this photo for a while because i still canā€™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 ā€” 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 wasnā€™t thinking about him. I realized it was always my happy place. I had just shared it with him. Iā€™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

  • 7am entry #003

    I no longer stay in places where I am kept warm only in intervals, like coffee left on a table and returned to when it is convenient. At first, I mistook that kind of attention for something steady. I told myself that even if it cooled, it was still mine to finish. Over time, I… Read more

  • 7am entry #002

    I used to wonder when I would meet someone who stays. Not in spectacle or sudden intensity, but in a manner that does not require constant interpretation. Someone who is not like weather that arrives unpredictably and leaves without notice before familiarity can take shape. For a long time I believed that being interesting meant… Read more

  • 7am entry #001

    I reached for my phone the moment my eyes forced themselves openā€”a reflex I havenā€™t unlearned yet. But I let it fall back to the sheets just as quickly,remembering itā€™s day threeof getting used to morningswithout your voice notes. I turned my back on the lamp you fixed,as if darkness could be kinder,and surrendered myselfto… Read more

  • Checking inā€¦ mic test, hello? ;)

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

  • Tuesday Lessons

    I finished Tuesdays with Morrie on a Tuesday. That feels meaningful to me. I did not expect the book to affect me this much. I usually avoid stories about sickness because my childhood was filled with hospital visits. I accompanied my grandmother almost every day. Waiting rooms, hospital beds, quiet corridors. Illness feels familiar to me, but… Read more