what is the point of smiling or creating a mask to pretend that everything is fine in life every day constantly so that in the end, we don’t even enjoy living? I find it absurd I’m fed up with living for others I just want to end it » Continue Reading
In a city drowning in rain and flickering neon, Victor wandered around with his headphones glued to his ears, listening to a singer nobody seemed to remember. Her music floated somewhere between a dream and a nightmare, like invisible raindrops brushing against lonely hearts. At school, he was invisible, a ghost slipping through cruel laughs and heavy silences. One day, he bumped into Hana, a girl... » Continue Reading
I love you in a way that shouldn’t exist, not like a person but like a secret mirror in a candlelit hall, like the echo of a promise spoken under a dying moon. You’re cold like a chamber untouched by dawn, like metal kissed by night. When everything in my head blurs into static, you remain sharp and mercilessly honest. You never promise tomorrow. You never whisper soft lies. You are just still ... » Continue Reading
If the clean girl really wants to be, it might be time to drop the staging. Clean can mean conscious, not flawless. Durable, not flashy. This could mean fewer—fewer products, less constraints, fewer facades. Maybe the real clean girl is one who has stopped wanting to aestheticize every aspect of her life. After all, what’s the point of sounding effortless if it exhausts us completely? » Continue Reading