Words
I didn’t plan to say but needed to.
Somewhere between ennui and spark, my raw, unfiltered bits are here.
I’m a nerdy girl with a pen—the type who always carries a black Pilot Precise V5, has read thousands of books, and still scribbles in the margins. Sometimes I’m just writing back to an author who’ll never read it.
Maybe one day, all these scribbles will grow into books of their own.
The Tide in the Ember
Born of fire, tempered by water, she carried the memories of worlds she had never walked — and the patience to change her own.
The Hunger of Flame
On a planet where pain was worshipped and pleasure was political, they came seeking refuge — and met their instincts for the first time.
The Silence Between Stars
To be free of war is not to be free of consequence. Peace demands balance. But love returns what stillness was built to erase.
The Edge of the Universe
At the edge of the universe, she came not to conquer but to awaken. He was the last man who still remembered how to long.
The Art of Forgetting
Forgetting isn’t failure. It’s freedom. Choosing to stop carrying what hurts you is the first step toward a softer, stronger, more joyful life.
I Don’t Want to Be Your Muse
Some people admired me without knowing me. Others left when they saw my edges. I’ve learned that real connection demands truth, not perfection.
Just Right (In My Dreams)
A dream so vivid, it felt like love. He had no face, but his presence said everything: Don’t leave me.
Grateful But Still Wanting More
We chase different lives, faces, and timelines. Even the content ones, like my sister and me, quietly ache for something just beyond reach.
And Just Like That
We expect change to be loud. Instead, it arrives softly. One breath, one message, one ordinary Tuesday—and just like that, you’re in a new life.
When Opposites Attract
Some pairs combust. Others stabilize. The difference isn’t luck—it’s chemistry: polarity, timing, and the raw truth of what they’re made of.
Matching Mugs, Messy Hearts
We don’t just want a relationship. We want ease, safety, passion—and someone who chooses the whole damn package, quirks and all.
He Said / She Said
From first moves to final messages, here’s what we really think but rarely admit. Dating is a mirror and this is what we see.
We Were Just Friends, Until He Kissed Me
Some friendships don’t fade; they fracture the moment one person dares to want more. And suddenly, it’s not just about love. It’s about loss.
Bros Before… Nevermind
Before they lost the girl, they lost the group chat. Friendships fade quietly when men stop checking in—with others and with themselves.
Dating Is the New Job Interview
We call it chemistry, but it’s screening. Today’s dating rituals mask fear, ego, and projection—all while pretending to be effortless.
The Men We Secretly Want
They’re not good for us. We know that. But we still dream about them. Crave them. Sometimes we even mistake them for love.
Do Good Women Sleep on the First Date?
Sex without love can be thrilling. Or empty. And love without sex? Incomplete. What if we stopped pretending there’s one right answer?
Second Skin
She doesn’t chase. She doesn’t compare. Still, they echo her in silence. She is the second skin, the one they’ll never wear right.
Love Without Limits
No one can tell your heart how to feel. These stories prove love shatters all boundaries and calls us to live with fierce courage.
How to Love Without Losing Yourself
To love without losing yourself is to stop lying to survive. It’s choosing truth and walking as a whole, wild, self-honoring woman.