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memento mori - i write sometimes

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The Sky Sent This One

This collection is everything I held in when I didn’t know how to speak. I’ve been quiet on 224 lately—stuck in a bit of a fog, not fully myself, not fully ready. But the thing about healing, becoming, and being human… is that it doesn’t wait for clarity to show up. It just asks you to keep living. And eventually, I did. This issue holds all of that—hesitation, return, reckoning. It’s Bella’s…

The Sky Sent This One

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The Ache for More

There’s a strange ache that lives inside me. It’s not rooted in lack. It’s not about wanting more to take— It’s wanting more to give. My life is meaningful. I know that. I’m deeply grateful. I feel that. But still, there’s this quiet, constant tug in my chest— like I’m meant to contribute something bigger. To become something fuller. To meet myself in a future I can almost taste, but…

The Ache for More

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The Stillness Between Stars

These are the questions that don’t need answers. The ones that show up when the rest of the world goes quiet. This collection holds the weight of late-night thoughts—cosmic wonderings, quiet truths, and the ache of simply being human. It’s for the ones who feel too much at midnight. Who ask the hard questions at 2:24am. Who find clarity in confusion and softness in stillness. These pieces don’t…

The Stillness Between Stars

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Tender Reckonings

This one’s for the ones in their figuring it out era. The ones caught between craving connection and pretending they don’t care. Between the first kiss and the third month. Between lust and something that might actually last. This collection is full of the unspoken. The ache for more. The fear of being too much. The moments you realize love isn’t something you have to earn. These are…

Tender Reckonings

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Putting Yourself Out There

There’s something terrifying and necessary about choosing to be seen. We all crave connection. We want the right people, the right path, the right place to land. But none of that can find us if we’re too afraid to be found. Hiding behind fear, perfection, or old pain will only attract more of the same. We can’t meet new versions of ourselves if we’re still hiding in the old ones. So this is…

Putting Yourself Out There

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You Don’t Have to Earn Secure Connection

For so many of us, love came with rules. We were taught—directly or indirectly—that connection had to be earned. That we needed to be easy, pretty, chill, low-maintenance, accommodating, emotionally spotless. That if we asked for too much, we’d lose everything. So we made ourselves smaller. We tried to be palatable. We kept tabs on how “needy” we sounded. We overcompensated. We overapologized.…

You Don’t Have to Earn Secure Connection

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Seasons

There are seasons in life that don’t have clear names. Not the heartbreak season. Not the glow-up. Not the rock bottom or the bounce back. Just… that strange in-between. Where nothing’s necessarily wrong— but nothing feels fully formed either. A stretch. A stir. A shift. The early parts of becoming. It’s the season where you’re not who you used to be, but you’re also not fully standing…

Seasons

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In The Eye of Becoming

There’s been so much about me that’s been questioned—by others, by God, by myself. And truthfully, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say right now. I have so many thoughts, so many feelings, and I’m struggling to get them into words. They feel like they’re gathering in the air around me, like the start of a storm. Not one of fury, but one of brewing. Like I’m standing still in the eye of a…

In The Eye of Becoming

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unspoken checkpoint

All it takes is three months. Three months for someone to show who they really are. This is the time to see if it was ever real.  Some might say three months is too soon to know anything. Hell I’ve been there plenty of times. But I’ve come to the realization it’s enough time to give yourself to walk away without any heartache.  Because the more time you give the more you fall down the rabbit…

unspoken checkpoint

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Delivered.

Okay I need ya’ll to be real with me; Am I crazy — like literally.  Because I’m so fucking annoyed over a man I’m only FWB with.. leaving me on delivered for three hours. THREE HOURS.  But still watching my stories. Every single one. Why is this man basically ghosting me but still watching my life?  Trust me I know he’s not my boyfriend. No deep talks about future or roses  But fuck is it…

Delivered.

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No Strings, Still Tangled

So I want to know everyone’s take on FWB  I swear I’m always the one catching feelings —or at least catching something.  Yeah I know we’re just hooking up. No strings. Cool  But don’t you ever just want to know more about a person. Especially when you’re sharing your body with them.  Maybe it’s just me, but don’t the feeling always creep in maybe even just a little? lol maybe I’m just…

No Strings, Still Tangled

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we talk, but we don’t talk

love has changed. it doesn’t look like it did in our parents’ generation—or even how it looked just 10 years ago. what used to be clear-cut is now covered in gray. what used to be “he asked me out, we went steady, and now we’re together” has become “we’re talking, but it’s not like that… but it’s kind of like that… but don’t ask too many questions.” even the vocabulary feels like a…

we talk, but we don’t talk

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Becoming in Real-Time

the stretch between potential and promise There are seasons in life that don’t have clear names. Not the heartbreak season. Not the glow-up. Not the rock bottom or the bounce back. Just… that strange in-between. Where nothing’s necessarily wrong— but nothing feels fully formed either. A stretch. A stir. A shift. The early parts of becoming. It’s the season where you’re not who you used…

Becoming in Real-Time

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She Is Home

Not that long ago, I wrote about Bella—about what it’s like to come home to a friend you once lost. I said it was like returning to your hometown: you still know the roads, but things look a little different. When I wrote that, we had just started talking again. I didn’t know then how much more would come. But now I do. Now, I can say with certainty: all the what-ifs, all the quiet doubts, all…

She Is Home

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Coming Home to a Friend You Lost

There’s something deeply comforting—and honestly, a little surreal—about talking to someone again after you’ve spent years apart. Especially when that someone was once your person. Your everyday. Your “what are we doing today?” in the summer, your late-night talks, your silence that didn’t need explaining. I was best friends with this girl in high school. And when I say best friends, I mean…

Coming Home to a Friend You Lost