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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…
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…
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.
i wrote about museums, sunsets, and the quiet beauty of endings. it’s called naranja.
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…
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,…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
I’m Sorry, Darling
I’m sorry, darling.Sorry that loving me feels like reaching for sunlight through a cracked window, warm for a moment, but never quite whole. Being loved by you is like feeling the sun on my face after a long, cruel winter. It’s gentle. It’s golden. It reminds me that I’m still alive. But it also reminds me of everything I’ve lost. I’m not the right person to be with. I will tilt your world even…
my new jacket
It was October 3rd, and I was so fucking angry at the traffic. I hated making you wait. I don’t even know if I was angry at the road, or at all the people, or at myself. All I wished was that I could teleport to you just to see you, even if I couldn’t touch you. When I finally met you there, I pretended not to notice you. I was afraid to show how excited I was, how fucking happy I felt just…
rooms by the hour
I’m not sure if you’ll ever read this, and I’m even less sure whether it matters anymore. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t. I suspect you already know how I feel, and I tell myself I understand, but nothing about this feels clear or fair. Perhaps that’s what comes with being too willing to bend and too slow to ask for anything in return. These days, it’s not anger I feel so much as a steady…
Ikebana of the Foolish Hands
There are two types of people in this world:the ones who pick a flower and keep it for themselves,and the ones who water it,simply appreciating the flower for what it is. One will pluck you and watch you wither.The other will tend to you,nurturing you until you bloom—even if that means someone elsemay one day come along,pick you,and call you their own. I am the nurturing kind.The universe has…
Your Mistress Will Always Be the One Crying at Night
I always wonder what it feels like to go home after a long day at work. When I say “home,” it’s because I never felt like I really had one. Home, to me, isn’t a place; it’s a person. I don’t think I ever truly loved you, but I’m grateful for what I learned from our time together. Because of you, I learned how to figure myself out, especially the things I don’t like. That matters to me because…