mistiffany

This is my bubble.

life

  • 18th βœ¨πŸŽ‚

    Eighteen years ago, a car accident almost erased this life. If luck wasn’t on our side, I wouldn’t have grown older, met people who changed me, lost some, loved some, healed, broken, started over, or learned how to sit with my own thoughts at 3 a.m. That day became a quiet dividing line. Before it,… Read more

  • Notes From a Night that Refused to End Early

    I woke up from a sleepover having achieved zero hours of sleep.  Two months in and somehow I penned plus three more to my list of favorite girls. They all share a strong connection to music. I don’t. It’s just interesting to watch people who already know each other well move through conversations.  Simbang Gabi… Read more

  • Lukewarm

    Lately, I have been bothered by the role communication plays in a friendship and what it means when two people’s energy does not match. I keep wondering if this is what a lukewarm friendship looks like. I get left on-read, my messages sit there unnoticed, and the conversation never moves unless I push it forward.… Read more

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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