BriHanna's Perspective

Not everything you hear is true… this is me saying what I really think, even when it’s not pretty<3

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Hiii guyyyss, This is BriHanna!!!

welcome to my little corner of the internet. Here’s a peek into my world:

Fav Movies: Bones and All, Waves, Black Swan, Words on the bathroom wall, IT, You’ve Got Mail, Edward Scissorhands, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, 500 Days of Summer, Bridget Jones’s Diary, Speak, 10 things I hate about you, Save the last dance, Me before you, A Cinderella story, La La land, Call me by your name, As you are, Uptown girls

Fav Series: Stranger Things, Wednesday, Outer Banks, Swagger, XO Kitty, Euphoria, The summer I turn pretty, A good girl's guide to murder, Heated rivalry, Off campus

Fav Artists: Frank Ocean, Daniel Caesar, PinkPantheress, Malcolm Todd, SZA, Tyler, The Creator, The Smiths, Lauryn Hill, Marvin Gaye, Michael Jackson

Fav Books: Boys of Tommen, PS I Still Love You, Better Than the Movie, Nothing Like the Movies, The seven year slip, Picking daisies on a Sunday

Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Music, Biking, Track and Field, Dancing, Watching Films, Photography, Painting, People watching

Stick around you might find something that clicks. 🦄

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The Mystery of Love.

I love love. I love how it makes people come together, how it makes them feel safe and secure but most importantly, I love the mystery of it. You can never really know how deeply someone feels for you; all you have as proof are their actions toward you and the way they make you feel.

That’s what makes love so beautiful to me. It is not always about words or perfect moments but about the quiet things people do that show they care. Love can be confusing, comforting, exciting and uncertain all at once and somehow that is what makes it special.

There is always a sense of mystery in not fully knowing what someone holds in their heart, yet choosing to trust the feelings they give you through their presence, effort, and actions. Maybe that is the true beauty of love, not having all the answers but still feeling safe enough to experience it anyway.

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It's okay to be different.

I think everyone should stand up for what they believe in and remember that it’s okay to be different. The world would be so boring if everyone thought the same, dressed the same, or liked the same things. Differences are what make people unique.

Think about it this way: everyone’s favorite color can’t be yellow. Some people love blue, others love green, pink, black, or purple and that’s completely normal. The same idea applies to opinions, dreams, styles and personalities.

Being different does not make someone wrong. It simply makes them themselves. People should feel confident expressing who they are without fear of judgment. At the end of the day, individuality is what adds color and creativity to the world.

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The Habit of Noticing Too Much...

Sometimes I wonder if I’m just overthinking things or if I simply notice more than other people do.

It’s like I have this constant habit of observing everything around me. Not just big things, but the smallest details too, how someone changes their tone slightly, the way they react in certain situations or even the tiny habits people don’t realize they repeat. Most of the time, I don’t even try to notice it. It just happens automatically.

Along with that comes something else: I naturally start trying to understand people. Not in a simple “they did this because of that” way, but deeper than that. I find myself building explanations in my head for why someone acts the way they do. It’s almost like I’m watching life from the outside and trying to piece together everyone’s story.

I can look at characters in shows, like villains or complex personalities, and break down their actions from different perspectives. Instead of just labeling them as “good” or “bad,” I start asking what shaped them, what they might be feeling, and what led them to that point. It feels like my brain is always trying to understand the “why” behind people.

In a way, it feels like a skill. I notice things others might miss, and I can often understand behavior in a deeper way. It helps me see situations from different angles instead of just one. That part feels like a blessing.

But at the same time, it can feel like a curse.

Because when your mind is always analyzing, it doesn’t really switch off. You start thinking too much about people’s intentions, replaying interactions, and building theories that may or may not even be accurate. Sometimes it becomes hard to just experience things without also breaking them down in your head.

And the truth is, people are not always as explainable as we want them to be. Not every action has a deep meaning. Not every behavior can be fully understood or predicted. Sometimes people are just emotional, confused, tired, or acting on impulse. And no amount of analyzing can fully capture that.

I’ve started realizing that what I see in people is often just one possible interpretation, not the full truth. My perspective is limited, just like everyone else’s. Even if I can understand parts of someone, I’ll never fully know what’s happening inside their mind.

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I just want peace!

I have never really felt like any of the characters in the books I read, even when they go through similar life events as me but Shannon from Binding 13 is different.

Just like her, I want to escape. I’m so tired and drained from everything life has thrown at me for as long as I can remember. I want to escape, I need to escape. I can’t keep living this unhealthy life where I feel trapped. I want to find peace of mind; I need to. And if I can’t have that, what’s the point of continuing this depressing, toxic life?

The only thing keeping me sane in this house is knowing that one day I’ll be able to feel something again, be free, be my true self.

I imagine my life: my job, my little blue and white house with plants everywhere, my car; I’ll finally be living that quiet life I’ve always dreamed about, isolated from society.

Making dinner, sitting in my cozy living room with candles lit, jazz playing, reading my favorite book in cute PJ sets. I am grateful for what I have,I mean, things could be a lot worse but after all I’ve been through, I just want my happy ending.

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In between.

I think people who commit or think about it don’t necessarily hate being alive; they just hate the things they go through when they are alive, and for that, I don’t really blame them.

There were times I thought about taking my own life; those times when the worst things happen on a loop, and you feel drained and hopeless, with no one to talk to and no safe place to run to. So you just cry until your head hurts, your face swells, your eyes turn red, and you can barely stand because of dehydration, thinking that would somehow help.

But I couldn’t do it, because in those very moments, I would start to question my purpose, even though everyone around me said I had none. My mind would make me think about what life could’ve been without all the nonsense going on, and that somehow gave me hope that, in time, I would figure it out. So I would stop myself, even after doing a little damage to distract me from my mental pain but then the cycle would repeat itself.

Some say we do it for “attention.” But if that’s true, maybe it’s our cry for help. Maybe we do it, or attempt to, so people can see how badly whatever they’re doing is hurting us and maybe that will make them stop hurting us and let us at least try to enjoy this cycle called life.

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Standing still while the world moves.

I feel lost. I know where I wanna go and what I wanna do with my life but I don't know how to start moving forward. It's like I am stuck in one place and they so many paths I can take but am too overstimulated so I just stand there with hope that someone will come and take my hand and guide me but idk.

I am scared, sacred of failing but I don't have the motivation to stop myself from doing that and the fact that I know I have the potential is eating me up. I feel so drained and anxious all the time like something bad is about to happen and it is only a matter of when. I can't even be happy anymore because life always find a way to humble me by making me regret being happy and it's an endless cycle.

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Be yourself!

I think we should consciously make our own decisions and live a life that is pleasing to us, instead of living up to an illusion painted by someone else. When we do that, we put pressure on ourselves and even others, and that’s unhealthy. So let’s live for ourselves and God, be kind, and keep in mind that everyone is living a complex life just like us, you know?

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I love weird men!

I once had a crush on this guy in my chemistry class and he was so unhinge and weird. This dude used to be snaking on the paper from his note book in class and I thought he was so dreamy that i even send him a message saying that I thought he was ''cool and mysterious'' and i wanted to be his friend so bad and he replied to my message saying he was fine with being my friend and we started exchanging messages he even showed me his dog Bella.

The next day when I sent him a good morning message he didn't replied and when I went to class that morning he didn't talk to me and neither did I and we actually never really talk after that, he just stay watching me like am contagious.

Do you guysss think I should talk him or no???

I mean, he probably wants to talk me but is too scared you know??? Or he actually don't wanna be my friend and was being nice and didn't wanna turn me down but I don't really know.

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The day I saw THAT prefect boy.

I was out for this conference that was arranged by the university I attend. I was with one of my friends when I first saw HIM; he was sitting in the coffee room along with someone else that I didn't really find interest in. I later saw HIM when everyone was gathered in the conference room. He was wearing the coolest brown quarter zip, paired with black loose pants that had two big pockets at the sides. I couldn't really see his shoes; actually, if I am being honest, I didn't even look because of how distracted I was by his perfect face, but he looks like the type of guy to wear loafers. He had a black crossbody bag that had about three pins on it and a book with a blue cover peeking out. He was standing by one of the booths with robots, and my friends and I were already seated about eight feet away from where he was, and I couldn't take my eyes off him, and apparently my friends couldn't either.

After I realized that my saliva was two seconds away from falling on my vintage black and white striped shirt, I quickly snapped out of it and nudged my friend Ruci, who was sitting beside me, to ask her if she was seeing the same spectacle as me. As we were talking and cracking jokes about how "tea" he was, in my head I was planning our wedding and adoring his perfect heart-shaped face. Now that I am thinking about it, I probably looked like a creep, but I didn't care because you couldn't blame me. This man looked like if you were to combine Flynn Rider and Pugsley from Wednesday's face, you would get a clone of him.

He had perfect, big, downturned eyes that looked sleep-deprived; it was almost as if they were the main focus on his face, but I still managed to gaze at his other features. His nose was the cutest thing ever; it was amazingly straight and small, but yet it looked like art on his face in fact, everything about him was ART. He had black hair that was nearly touching his shoulders that stayed in place as he walked around, showing interest in each one of the booths.

In case you were wondering, no, I didn't go around stalking him as he was exploring; I just happened to walk past him again after the conference was over. I had wanted to go and talk to him; I didn't. I didn't have the confidence; instead, I just stood on the sidelines and admired that PERFECT BOY.