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Go to original post iāve been staring at this photo for a while because i still canāt 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
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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
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I went back to the place we used to frequent and stood in front of the same painting. This time, I wasnāt thinking about him. I realized it was always my happy place. I had just shared it with him. Iām okay being there on my own. Read more
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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
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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
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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
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I reached for my phone the moment my eyes forced themselves openāa reflex I havenāt unlearned yet. But I let it fall back to the sheets just as quickly,remembering itās 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
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Had way too much matcha today which apparently comes with way too much time to think. š£ 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
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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
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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
This is my bubble.
