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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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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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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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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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Cosmic Conversations: The Hidden Thread

Plato, Jung, and the Strange Truth of Being Connected Some things are too specific to be coincidence. A glance that feels like a memory. A dream that wakes you with a name. A person you’ve never met who feels like someone you’ve been missing. I think about these moments a lot — not as proof, but as questions. Because something about them feels ancient. Not in a mystical way, but in a quiet,…

Cosmic Conversations: The Hidden Thread

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Questions I’m Afraid to Ask at 2:24 A.M.

I don’t say these out loud. I write them down. In the dark. In silence. In the pages I never share. These aren’t cries for help. They’re just quiet truths. Honest moments with myself— the kind that only show up when the world goes still. ⸻ What if I outgrew everyone I love? And what if I’m not sorry? What if walking away isn’t abandonment, but alignment? Why do I feel lonelier when…

Questions I’m Afraid to Ask at 2:24 A.M.

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Cosmic Conversations

There are some truths you don’t find by looking. They reveal themselves when you stop searching, stop forcing, and start listening. This is the slow, quiet work of becoming—of being present with what’s here instead of chasing what should be. We’re told to move fast, to know what we want, to define everything before it even has time to form. But what if the answers we need arrive not with…

Cosmic Conversations