By : Twinklelore _____________________________________________________________________ (1) Clara Jennings used to think she had everything figured out.A steady editing job at a small publishing house in Boston. A cozy, overpriced apartment with brick walls, creaky floors, and a fire escape she never quite trusted. Friends who knew her c... » Continue Reading
It’s raining again. Not the first rain, not the last,but something about tonight feels heavier. The skies outside are draped in charcoal clouds, the streetlights flicker like tired eyes, and the sound of raindrops tapping on my window feels less like nature’s melody and more like quiet reminders that time is passing that I’m here that I’m thinking again. I was going to write something poetic abo... » Continue Reading
Some places aren't just coordinates on a map, they're people, moments, states of mind. They're a laugh you can't recreate, a scent that hits you out of nowhere, a heartbeat that once synced perfectly with yours. We call them "home" because for a while, they made us feel safe, seen, whole. But not all homes are built to last.Sometimes, we outgrow them. Sometimes, they vanish in the silence of an un... » Continue Reading
It’s late. The world is quiet, but the mind isn’t. There’s a kind of stillness in the night that brings certain thoughts to the surface, the ones we tuck away during the noise of the day. Thoughts about the energy we give, the little kindnesses offered without fanfare, and the silence that often follows. Not all silence is peaceful, especially when it starts to echo back with emptiness. Some peopl... » Continue Reading
We grow up believing that control means strength. We're taught to manage our emotions, plan our futures, and avoid failure at all costs. Slowly, without noticing, we begin gripping everything, relationships, routines, conversations, outcomes, because deep down, we’re afraid. Afraid of being hurt again. Afraid of losing what we love. Afraid that if we don’t stay alert and in charge, something will ... » Continue Reading
It’s 1:30 AM, and I know I’m overthinking again. There comes a point in some people's lives where emotion becomes too risky, too volatile, so they retreat into their minds. Not because they don’t feel, but because they feel too much. And when feeling has once led to pain, embarrassment, or abandonment, the mind steps in like a soldier. It builds defenses. Rationality. Control. Logic. Suddenly, thi... » Continue Reading
It's 3:15 AM. The world is asleep, but my mind is wide awake, wandering through dreams of a love I haven't found yet. I imagine date nights not bound by time, only by feeling. A small room, soft music playing, where we slow dance in the hush of midnight. Her head on my shoulder, my arms around her waist, like we're the only two people the universe remembered. There are quiet evenings when she perc... » Continue Reading
It’s 1:45 AM. The kind of hour where everything is still, but your soul feels loud.There’s something sacred about this time of night,like the universe finally quiets enough for you to hear your own spirit speak.And tonight...it asked me, Who am I ? I’m not sure how to answer.I’m not my achievements. Not my past. Not the way I’m seen.I think I’m just a soul, unfinished, unfolding, still learning ho... » Continue Reading
Have you ever thought about someone deeply, only to have them call or message you moments later?Or felt an unexplained pull toward a person, even when they’re miles away? Across time, cultures, and beliefs, people have shared stories of invisible threads connecting them to someone they love, an unseen energy that defies distance, logic, and even time zones. Some call it intuition, some call it fat... » Continue Reading
It’s late night again, and my thoughts are doing that thing they always do, drifting into the quiet corners of my mind. But maybe this time, it’s different. Maybe this time, I have someone to think about. Not just a passing thought or a fleeting feeling, but someone whose presence lingers even in silence. Someone who exists in the spaces between my words and in the warmth behind my tired smile. It... » Continue Reading
I think we talk so much about the kind of love we want to receive, but rarely about the kind of love we want to give, the love we want to be.I want to be the kind of love that feels like safety, not just in words, but in presence. The kind of love that doesn’t just say “I’m here for you,” but proves it in a hundred quiet ways. I want to be a place someone can return to, not just when life is good,... » Continue Reading
It’s 2:00 AM.The world is hushed, and everyone I know is asleep, except my thoughts.They’re wide awake, tangled in moonlight and melodies from a time I never lived, yet somehow ache for.I don’t know why, but nights like this always take me somewhere softer, somewhere older, where love felt handwritten and hearts took their time.And suddenly, I find myself wondering...What if I loved you in ’98? By... » Continue Reading