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Category: Writing and Poetry
Tonight, I’m writing again about her. I don’t know how many pages I’ve filled with her name, her image, her laughter that I only catch from afar. But every time I hold this pen, it’s her face that comes alive in my mind—the Red Ribbon Girl. It’s strange, isn’t it? How something so simple can make someone unforgettable. She always dresses in black, as if she wants to disappear into the background. ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I want to feel again. Not anger, not sorrow, not the drowning weight of grief. What I long for is to feel love once more—the kind of love that once brushed against my heart, the kind of joy that once stirred butterflies in my stomach. But they seem long dead. Or perhaps they have flown away completely, abandoning this cold body wandering in the shadows of the night. Sometimes I ask myself: what is... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
Do you know how many times I’ve wished to take you to all of my favorite places—the quiet little restaurants where I found comfort not only in food but in the warmth of being able to breathe freely; the parks where I used to run away from the weight of the world, where every bench felt like a friend silently holding my exhaustion; the hidden corners, the hangout spots I returned to again and again... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
My dreams have always been small—childish, even. The kind you could fold into paper planes and throw across a classroom. People talk about ambition like it should be grand, something that shakes the ground you walk on, but mine? They were simple. Almost embarrassingly so. /* corner image. hidden on mobile */ .image { background: url('https://i.ibb.co/CBTRb83/tumblr-4df68f56610e2e7ead892552ec9c6a30... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
I used to look at my dad and my uncle and swear I’d be different. I told myself I would never be like them men who smelled like cheap liquor and regret, stumbling around the house like ghosts wearing human skin. They weren't really present they were just there. Bodies without souls. Men who raised their voices more than their children. Men who laughed too loudly at night and cried too quietly in t... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
I’ve never been good at entering rooms. Something about walking into a space full of people makes my body shrink like my bones know I don’t belong. I keep my head low. My eyes trace the floor. I pretend to scroll through my phone. I act like I’m invisible, because sometimes that feels safer than being seen. But then I glance up. And » Continue Reading
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Category: Blogging
Have you ever had a dream that didn’t feel like a dream at all? Not the kind that’s random or surreal or full of strange symbols. I mean the kind that feels so real, so familiar, that for a moment — or sometimes even the whole time — you believe it’s your actual life. A dream so clear that your mind thinks, “Yes, this is real. This is where I belong.” I’ve had those dreams. Not just once or twice.... » Continue Reading
Category: Life
I hate college. I hate this university. I hate waking up every morning already tired, already drained, knowing I have to face another day filled with pressure, deadlines, and expectations I never even agreed to. I hate pretending I’m okay when I’m barely holding it together. I hate walking into class with a fake smile while my mind screams for rest. I hate how the system pushes us to “thrive” whil... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
Love is a strange, delicate thing. It doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it doesn’t come with fireworks, grand gestures, or mutual confessions. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet feeling that grows slowly inside your chest until one day, you realize it’s love—and you’ve never even said a word to her. This is a story about that kind of love. » Continue Reading
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