Reflections

  • There is a particular kind of heartbreak that doesn’t come from loss, but from expectation. You place your hope carefully into someone and trust that it will hold. It’s the quiet feeling of failure that you gave something real, something whole, and it still wasn’t enough to make it work. You think about everything you…

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  • After midnight, the house grows honest. The candles burn lower, the walls listen closer and the heart forgets what it is meant to deny. You toss and turn, and the moments that haunt you pay you a visit because the door was left unlocked. After Midnight… 2. You imagine the person you were never allowed…

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  • Every day is called a fresh start, but change is more than waking up and deciding everything is different. Real change is quieter than that. It doesn’t always arrive with a clear beginning or a dramatic shift. Instead, it reveals itself in small, almost unnoticeable moments. These are the signs that something in your life…

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  • I was always told Wonderland was something strange and distant, tucked safely between the pages of a book. But the older I get, the more this world feels just as disorienting…just as… mad. Maybe it doesn’t look the same. Maybe there are no talking rabbits or queens shouting orders. But there are moments that make…

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  • We spend so much of our lives being haunted. By people who left. By versions of them that no longer exist. By the quiet question of what did I do to make them go? We replay their words and our favorite moments over and over, flipping through a stored memory book we know we shouldn’t…

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  • “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” – Leo Tolstoy One of my favorite lines in literature, but we are often more alike in our unhappiness than we realize. Each family’s pain manifests differently, in varying intensity, yet these truths exist in nearly every household. The saddest part…

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  • Elegy for the Ordinary

    There are things we live beside so often we stop noticing them until they leave. Just slowly enough that one day you reach for them… and they’re no longer there. A great night’s sleepThe kind that wraps around you and lets your mind rest without asking why. Where is the rest without thinking about every…

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  • Beautiful Disasters

    There is a certain kind of beauty that only exists in the undone…the spilled, the tangled, the almost forgotten. Not everything soft is clean.  Some things are meant to be lived in—not perfected. Some of the most beautiful moments are the messiest ones. Here is a poetic list for anyone learning to love the chaos…

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  • There is a quiet kind of rebellion in choosing what you want to do in a world that only speaks in need to, must do, have to. Our days fill up so quickly like teacups left under a running tap, overflowing with obligations until we forget there was ever space for softness. But there are…

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  • You walked to our lives as if you were a kind of balm designed to cure what never healed. Instead You ripped through us, almost gleeful as we bled into the open air, but healing doesn’t need to wound flesh just to prove it was broken. You damaged us just so you could pretend heal…

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