mistiffany

This is my bubble.

  • TPRF and Graces

    πŸ¦‹πŸŒ±πŸ€(𝘒 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘀𝘡π˜ͺ𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘀𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘡 𝘡𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘒𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘒𝘳𝘭π˜ͺ𝘦𝘳 π˜ͺ𝘯 𝘡𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘒𝘴𝘡 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴π˜ͺ𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘀𝘒𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘒𝘴 π˜₯𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 π˜ͺ𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳π˜₯𝘴 πŸ₯Ή) One of the most significant moments for me at the retreat was when we were encouraged to step outside into nature and find something that catches our attention, as if God Himself was speaking to us… Read more

  • Resurfacing

    Some wounds feel endless. Some tears feel too heavy. Writing this was my way of noticing that even when you sink repeatedly, there’s a way back to the surface. He hurt mein ways so small they looked harmless,a word, a pause, a choice not made.Yet I learned that a single tear,when heavy enough,can drown a… Read more

  • Flowers

    Give people their flowers while they can still touch them. Read more

  • 5th day in the Hospital

    Being in the hospital was a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of fear, uncertainty, and relief, all happening so fast. It started with vomiting and diarrhea. It was so bad that I had to be rushed to the hospital. In the ER, I saw blood in my stool. I knew something wasn’t right. The first… Read more

  • Au Revoir

    The sun peacefully sets as another page of us flips. We’re soon waters and mountains away. 24/7 gone, 24/7 slips, 24/7 multiplies until the next stay. Read more

  • Destination: Self

    Throughout our lives, we often find ourselves acting for others. It feels like we are crossing vast seas, soaring through the sky and climbing mountains. What an unending account of following the traffic of societal expectations! These acts, though seemingly filled with purpose, can become exhausting. And yet, despite the fatigue, we persist, believing that… Read more

  • IMYSB

    I wave up a white flag at youwhile you raise your red.I keep all bruises after everything’s been said.I choose this case to put to restthan to kill us proving who meant best. I love you in beds of sunflower,tulips and rose;and even see you through spears of silence,longing and prose. I’m counting the days,crossing the dates,praying… Read more

  • Lost

    I have built sturdy blockshigh, cold, apathetic facade;walked past the shadowthat almost killed my youth;scraped traces of youuntil I feel like new. Now, you, like a holocaust camemaking me hiss and withdraw gazes.You ensnared me effortlessly, one touch, and I’m lost again.  Read more

  • Chapter Closed

    Another year passed and here we are, holding it gently in our hands like a weathered book whose pages have softened with time. The days may have slipped through like grains of sand, but each one left its mark, its lesson, its quiet victory. This year was like a cozy retreat where privacy was a… Read more

  • The Journey Begins

    Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. β€” Izaak Walton Read more