The Messy Middle · December 09, 2025
There is a specific kind of arsonist who doesn't run away after lighting the match. He stays to watch the structure burn, not because he loves the fire, but because he needs to marvel at his own ability to destroy something so solid. It is a terrifying paradox: he needs you to be the witness to your own execution. He doesn't hide the knife; he polishes it in front of you, counting on the fact that your love is a blindfold thick enough to block out the glint of the blade. He gambles on your...
Relationship Rehab · September 05, 2025
I unfolded a new map today. The paper smells like promise and a little bit like fear. So many roads I get to choose from. My finger traces a coastline and my heart beats a little too fast— the good kind of fast. The kind that says, go. And for a minute, the sadness hits. Not because you’re not here to see it.But because I finally understand. I was drawing us a future with your name next to mine on every street. But you never even had me on your map. I wasn't a destination. Just a town you...
Relationship Rehab · July 23, 2025
Have you ever been on a date with a man who’s supposedly into you, but somehow his eyes are clocking someone else’s every move? You know the look. That sideways glance to see if his ex just walked in. The too-loud laugh. The sudden display of PDA that feels more like a performance than affection. It’s not love. It’s not interest. It’s an audition. And guess what? You’re the prop. The “Jealousy Olympics” Are in Town Here’s the real playbook of this dude: 1. Bring a woman (you)...
Unfiltered & Unfinished · July 02, 2025
He used to be the weather. Not just in the house—he was the house, and the thunder inside it. A man made of sharp corners and heavy steps, always arriving before his voice did, shaking the walls, scattering the light. We learned to live like shadows, quiet, careful, memorizing moods like forecasts. We never knew which way the wind would blow— only that we’d feel it when it did. Now— the storm’s passed. Not with a bang, but a silence so loud it bends the floorboards. The voices that...
Emotional Housekeeping · July 01, 2025
Some things are heavier than they look. Glass shower doors, for example. Or history you’ve spent your whole life trying not to trip over. The past three days, my dad and I have been attempting to install these ridiculously designed doors on the bathtub. If you’ve never tried it, just imagine solving a jigsaw puzzle while the pieces actively fight back. Now add tools, swear words, and a slight suspicion that the instruction manual was translated from another language by someone who’s never...
Emotional Housekeeping · June 27, 2025
It started with one drawer. Just one. But drawers have a way of multiplying. One becomes three. Three becomes a cabinet. And before you know it, you’re knee-deep in objects that whisper stories you didn’t even know you remembered. Some of the things are easy to toss. Expired coupons. Cracked rubber bands. A lid with no container. But other things… they sit heavier in your hand. A note. A broken watch. A Christmas ornament with a name you haven’t said out loud in a long time. It’s...
The Messy Middle · June 26, 2025
I used to believe I was something special. A rare blend of sweetness and effort—lovingly made, sealed tight, and labeled with care. I wasn’t just any jar on the shelf; I was the one he said he couldn’t wait to enjoy… later. So I sat there. Tucked gently into the back of the cabinet. “Just for now,” he said. “When things settle down,” he promised. At first, I believed him. Every time the cabinet opened and he reached in, my hopes rattled like the lid loosening. But he always...
Emotional Housekeeping · June 25, 2025
I was only trying to make space. Sweep out the corners, clear a path for something new. But old rooms don’t like to be disturbed. They hiss when you move things that were meant to stay buried. Tucked in the back, under a layer of dust and denial, was a small velvet trap. It looked harmless—maybe even precious. But when I opened it, it bit back. Inside were two little circles. Perfect loops, no beginning or end—just like the story they belonged to. I’d been blamed for their disappearance...
Becoming Me · June 24, 2025
I spent my childhood in a garden that never quite bloomed. At least, not for me. The soil looked good from the outside—neighbors admired the tidy rows, the painted fence, the illusion of order. But beneath that surface, the ground was selective. It only fed certain seeds. The ones that grew straight. Quiet. Predictable. I was wild lavender in a rose garden—pretty, maybe, but not what they planted. I watered myself with approval. I bent toward the light of “Look what I did!” hoping that...
Everyday-ish · June 23, 2025
Celebrate National Pink Day with unapologetic flair! From sipping pink drinks to setting pink-powered boundaries, this blog dives into how pink is more than just a color—it’s a whole mood. Whether you’re feeling flirty, fierce, or fabulously over it, this is your permission slip to be bold, playful, and just the right amount of petty. Pink isn’t soft. It’s savage—with glitter.