Minami Mori

Minami Mori: Unfiltered Opinions from a Not-Always-Right Blogger

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watched a documentary on xdp. i need a moment to cry.

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hopefully he cant stalk me here. im so tired

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letting go of my pens and notebooks

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lowkey addicting comfort of blaming someone else

emily rata-something (i don’t know how to spell and pronounce it) recently wrote an essay for the cut titled motherfcker*, about sex as a single mom. recently, it has become a hot topic, especially on tiktok. even people who don’t have children, or have never experienced pregnancy or childbirth, suddenly have something to say. for the clout, obviously. honestly, if that’s how she feels, then…

lowkey addicting comfort of blaming someone else

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live, actually

the other week, i was ruminating on the things i should write about. i can only seem to write when the feelings become too much, when they have nowhere else to go except into my notebooks and onto my blog. but someone recently made me realize that talking about mundane things is a form of art, too. boring things are beautiful. ordinary things deserve to be noticed. so i thought i would write…

live, actually

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boardroom shenanigans

the rain had stopped, as i was leaving the boardroom windows framing a vast, dark expanse where the beautiful lake lay still, reflecting the demure, distant city lights of the south like scattered jewels in the dark. i cannot rid myself of this wild dream. it clings to my skin like midsummer humidity in the metro, the memory of meeting you again in our spot, slipping away together into the quiet…

boardroom shenanigans

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loving lazy

there is a particular kind of heartbreak that comes from loving someone without the same level of grit as you. it is not loud or dramatic at first. it accumulates quietly, like compound interest. a small disappointment here. another there. until one day, you realize you have been carrying the emotional weight of two people. in the beginning, it was easy to romanticize. it felt exciting when it…

loving lazy

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The author reflects on a relationship where their partner treated them as a trophy rather than as a person. Despite being taken to lavish places, they felt uncomfortable and unvalued. The lack of genuine attention and effort led to feelings of ownership rather than affection, ultimately driving them to leave the relationship.

Taking Me to an Expensive Restaurant Isn’t Spending Money on Me

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i wrote about museums, sunsets, and the quiet beauty of endings. it’s called naranja.

Naranja

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Dear Victor,

Do you remember our first trip out of town together? I do. I was already sick before that day, but all I wanted was to be cold with you. On the way there, I kept talking. About what, I don’t remember anymore. Maybe you don’t either. What I remember is this: I love how much I talk when I’m with you. I love that version of myself. I got really sick, and everyone was worried. Especially you. I…

Dear Victor,

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the home we almost built together

i know you’re probably mad at me. i know i’ve hurt you in ways i never meant to, always stepping close and then pulling away. i’m sorry. i’m sorry that i lied when i said i needed time to focus on myself and other things. the truth is quieter and more shameful: i am insecure. i do see a future with you, but my insecurities eat through every hopeful thought before it can breathe. being sick,…

the home we almost built together

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Some of You Want Instant Noodles, and It Shows

I recently posted a meme, arguably below the belt, about MAGA. To be clear, I usually avoid political commentary altogether. My opinions about current events are private, shared only within my close circle, if at all. But the meme caught my attention because it was pulled from a film I’ve been wanting to watch, and a particular scene involving Varang and a flamethrower had taken on a life of its…

Some of You Want Instant Noodles, and It Shows

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Stop Trying to Figure Me Out

People are often busy trying to figure others out, and I sometimes wonder where they find the energy. Trying to understand yourself is already demanding work, lifelong, daily, and often uncomfortable. When you begin that process seriously, you realize how unnecessary it is to dissect other people. Self-understanding requires constant reflection, emotional regulation, and what many psychologists…

Stop Trying to Figure Me Out

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What Did You Put in the Food? I Ate it Anyway

The problem with me is that I believe everything you say. I probably still believe you now. Because I do. And the other problem is that I can’t get this feeling out of my head. A sense of danger. Of being unsafe. Like if I stay with you, I will never truly be at peace. When I think about it, it wasn’t so much about the words you said or the things you did. It was about what wasn’t said. What…

What Did You Put in the Food? I Ate it Anyway

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bubbles in my chest

I’ve worked my whole life. That’s not an exaggeration, since the age of seven, I’ve been grinding, surviving, carrying weights children shouldn’t even know exist. And maybe that’s why it’s so hard to please me. Not because I’m ungrateful, but because life taught me early that nothing comes easy, and nothing comes for free. Growing up poor shapes you in strange, invisible ways. You’d think it…

bubbles in my chest

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Jo Scissor Hands

I know Halloween is over and everyone’s already decorating for Thanksgiving and the holidays.But I’m still in character, and I always will be. Because in this life, the skill I mastered best wasn’t cooking, kindness, or patience.It was cutting people off. Am I proud of it?Maybe.But not of how I learned it. It took years of silent suffering, swallowed screams, and tears no one cared enough to…

Jo Scissor Hands

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Reflection on the British Vogue article: When Having a Boyfriend Is Embarrassing

Honestly, I get it.I get why having a boyfriend feels embarrassing these days, especially in the age of social media. Every post is a performance, every caption is an invitation for people to dissect what you’re trying to prove. And sometimes, love looks less like a soft-launch and more like a public relations risk. But for me, the embarrassment doesn’t come from being in love. It comes…

Reflection on the British Vogue article: When Having a Boyfriend Is Embarrassing