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the great lock-in, but make it soft
if you’ve been online lately, you’ve seen it everywhere—the great lock-in, the winter arc, the ins + outs lists flooding timelines like a collective deep breath before the new year. everyone is “locking in,” recalibrating, promising a better version of themselves before january even arrives. and honestly? i don’t hate the idea. i just refuse…
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disappointment is not an event. it is a pattern that teaches the body how to survive.
it begins quietly—almost politely. a promise delayed. a moment missed. an apology that sounds sincere enough to soften the sting. and in the beginning, love fills in the gaps. love explains. love waits. love believes in potential more than evidence. love convinces itself that effort will be reciprocated eventually. this is how people end up…
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how would your ex paint you?
most people, when asked how their ex would describe them, shrug with that familiar mix of humor and bitterness and say, “oh, the lighting wouldn’t be flattering.” mine? i’d probably give the same answer. it’s almost instinctual—this idea that an ex will always see us through the dimmest lens, that they’ll highlight every flaw and…
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the quiet heartbreak of trying to shift an unmoving soul
some truths don’t crash into me—they arrive like a slow bruise, deepening day by day until i can’t pretend not to feel them anymore. and this one… this one has been settling in my bones for a long time: i cannot move someone who has chosen not to budge. it doesn’t matter how much i…
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being chosen publicly
there’s a quiet ache that comes with being half-seen—like standing in the doorway of someone’s love but never being invited all the way in. it’s a peculiar kind of loneliness, the kind that doesn’t scream, but settles into your bones, whispering that maybe you’re not meant to be shown. you tell yourself that love doesn’t…
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when healing hurts: the truth about accidental addiction
it’s morning again—and my body’s already shaking its way into battle. the kind of morning where i wake before the sun, not because i want to, but because my body decides it’s time to remind me what dependency feels like. the withdrawals are back—creeping in like an old ghost that knows exactly where to press…
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when the morning broke me before the world did
today has been hard, but… today, the goal was simple—just go on a walk.nothing elaborate. nothing grand. just movement, fresh air, a moment to breathe after a morning that already left me unraveling. because the truth is—it started with him.my boyfriend was a jerk this morning.no explosions, no dramatic argument—just that quiet cruelty that slices…
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