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.
When You Feel Lost
Sometimes, the loudest noise isn’t outside; it’s the storm inside your own head. This is a letter for those times.
Not Today
You don’t always need a plan, a breakthrough, or an answer. Some days, you just need softness, warmth, and a pause.
Blue, True, and You
Wrapped in shades of blue and endless confidence, she’s a reminder that youth is a glow born from self-love.
Seeds in the Maze
Healing isn’t only excavation. It’s planting a seed today. A tiny hope in cracked earth. Even when the sky feels gray.
Not Another Happiness Project
We’re told happiness comes from purpose, goals, and self-improvement. But maybe the point of life isn’t to chase joy, but to be it.
重男轻女的代价
“重男轻女”是中国根深蒂固的性别偏见，不仅伤害了无数女性的成长与尊严，也带来了家庭失衡、社会问题、甚至国家层面的长期危害。
The Toxic Legacy of Son Preference
How the belief that boys matter more than girls still shapes lives in China—and beyond.
So Traffic, So Busy
Why Filipinos blame “traffic,” Americans say they’re “so busy,” and what both excuses reveal about modern life.
Two Ways to Starve
He keeps his Rolex wrapped tight, waiting for a moment that feels real. She orders oysters with borrowed money, chasing a self that might be loved.
Diary of a Gaslit Husband
She made lasagna. From scratch. Said I “deserve the world.” Wild, considering 12 hours ago I was the worst husband for asking if she was okay.
The Golden Throne
To stand alone, yet hold with grace, is to reclaim a rightful place. No vacant seat can rule your soul; the only reign is self-control.
Echo No More: Aria
To love a narcissist is to lose yourself by fading in someone else’s world. But Echo was not lost. She found her voice—and became Aria.
Fruitless Longing
A loop of longing, sweet and sly—each fruit wants what it is not, and joy slips quietly by.
When the Pencil Stops
Some days don’t shine. This is a note for those days—and the quiet truth that we all find ways to hold on.
Ain’t Your Porcelain
I’ve been courted by cowards and studied by men who think they discovered me. I’m the storm you never warned yourself about.
California Girl
You come to California chasing light. You stay long enough to get lost in it—and somewhere along the way, you learn to carry your own.
No Lemon, No Melon
Stale love is like a palindrome—symmetrical and beautiful on the surface, yet filled with endless repetition and unresolved echoes beneath.
Everyone Has a Christine
He could bend time, fly through multiverses, and hold the fate of reality in his hands. But the one thing he couldn’t undo—was her.
Not Bali, Just Tuesday
Sunscreen, afternoon tea, and a closet full of gowns. This is what luxury looks like when work never stops.
Holy Drama
Adam and Eve ran naked through paradise—until one bite ruined everything. The Holy Drama isn’t bedtime reading. It’s a fire you walk into.