#written update

[404daydreams]

"There's nothing wrong in expecting the same amount or somewhat close to it from a person you love because you did more than they could ever even expect at the first place. There's nothing wrong in it. I don't wanna hear to some self-implicated philosophy. Wear my shoes, take my heart and then my mind; talk your philosophy small talk then. Until then stfu and read what I write here. Love does change people, love has changed me too, non sensical philosophy because my love in itself is a philosophy. If you wanted to live a life being a fucking ping pong ball then you should have found someone like that, and it was about a marriage so again, SHUT THE FUCK UP and fix what you broke, have some bloody responsibility, your interest in a porn was nothing I knew about. So I didn't love the cunning pornstar, I loved someone who felt mine. So either fix it or just live the way you want for the rest of your life."

-Me.

[loirekai]

I recently learned about the death of Baek Se-hee, the author of I Want to Die, But I Want to Eat Tteokbokki. The cause of her death was never officially confirmed, though there have been rumors surrounding it. Her book is deeply personal—a memoir of living with depression, written in a way that feels both raw and quietly comforting, almost like self-help through shared honesty.

Hearing of her death is undeniably sad, yet I can’t help but feel a sense of pride in her. She spoke openly about what many people are afraid to admit. Sometimes, choosing to stop fighting doesn’t come from weakness or from being a bad example. For me, it can also represent bravery, strength, and radical honesty—telling the truth about pain without pretending it’s noble or beautiful. 🤍🤍🤍

[nsthesiia]

Writer Progress Update ✍️

A tiny but very important miracle happened today:

I finally finished outlining the entire first book.

All the chapters are mapped out, the plot is breathing, twists are standing exactly where they should…

And now there’s just one “small” thing left to do:

write the remaining 7 chapters.

Seven.

It looks intimidating… but also kind of exciting.

You know that feeling?

When the story already exists — it follows you to the kitchen, comments on your tea choices, refuses to leave your brain…

It’s ready to be written. It wants to be real.

So all I have to do now is reach the end.

“Just” — haha, sure. But still.

I like to believe that the finish line is getting closer.

For now — I’m celebrating this little victory and cheering for myself. 🤞✨

And if you’re writing something too —

how’s your journey going? 💬

[coffeeandthoughtspoetry]

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

[sa-sa-blogger]

Lắng nghe trái tim nhưng không quên lý trí. Dù cảm xúc có mạnh mẽ đến đâu, em vẫn cần đặt ra những câu hỏi quan trọng: “Ai là người thực sự muốn xây dựng tương lai cùng em? Ai khiến em cảm thấy được yêu thương, tôn trọng và an toàn?”

Lời nói có thể ngọt ngào, nhưng hành động mới là điều chứng minh bản chất thật sự.

Nếu em thấy lạc lối, hãy tạm gác lại cả hai và dành thời gian tự hỏi mình thật sự muốn gì. Đôi khi, câu trả lời nằm trong chính sự bình yên của em, không cần ai khác.

Em không cần vội vàng quyết định. Những người thật lòng sẽ sẵn sàng chờ đợi em. Hãy chọn người khiến em cảm thấy là chính mình, được trân trọng và không bao giờ phải nghi ngờ.🌿

From: sa-sa-blogger - (Cre,please)

[tatiiss]

The intimacy of “for you, I would” is a treasure that not all can reach.

And for me, well… it all seemed like a decoy, sadly.

- Tatis

[flowerswedontsee]

Another unsent letter

Dont know why i still do this and why am i even trying.

How many letters ill never send,how many poems and how many songs.

Its been almost 10 years since we've met and 8 years since you left.

I have changed,

I have grown

And i have healed.

But its 22.50, im already 25 and i am writting this..to you.

Sometimes i think about if i ever even loved you. Mostly when i think about if you ever even loved me.

Maybe in your own fucked up way.

And oh god i did love you.

In my own fucked up way.

See maybe we're not so different.

Two narcissists together.

We were doomed from the beggining.

I guess we're both so different now. Makes me wonder if we have anything in common and what would we even talk about.

I would talk about my job and you'd talk about video games and your ex girlfriends.

But its one thing im sure of.

If we'd met now,we wouldn't even look at eachother, let alone like eachother.

But there was a time where you and i were the same. I tried my very best to morph into your other half and i was okay with being only a half.

But i was made for far bigger things and you were made to ruin things ,so that's why im here and you're there.

Thats why 10 years later i still write letters,poems and songs that you'll never hear.

Because having you near would be the death of me and I don't know how to live without a little bit of you. Even if its just in my thoughts.

I think- I know ill see you again. And speak to you and even love you. Just not in this lifetime.

Guess it was a right person, wrong lifetime kind of thing.