Normalise keeping your mouth shut in morning.

we are in a serious passion draught. no one CARES anymore! more people need to start doing that.

i have learned a lot more by surrendering than i have by holding on tight.

absolutely forgot to lock in for the past 43 months.

either the tables are going to turn or i'm going to flip them.

sometimes you'll be wandering through the frighteningly short hallways of your mind and find that some doors are purely decorative.

do you like girls who are losers and so so tired all the time?

went to college to attend lectures but somehow ended up at the fair. the sun was merciless. we went on the rides even though i’m hella scared of them. screamed till my throat hurt and laughed right after. felt stupid and alive.

how it feels to be broke and get flashbacks of the money you spent unnecessarily.

reading a chapter from "notes from the underground" every morning as a reality check ritual. nothing like starting the day with a man who hates himself, god, and breakfast.

ever notice how emotional honesty in literature is treated like a threat, especially when it comes from women? writers like sylvia plath, anne sexton, or even margaret atwood are so often called too dark, too much, dangerous, especially for young readers. people say their work "romanticizes" depression or invites unhealthy identification. but honestly, that’s such a strange accusation. because most readers don’t stumble into plath or sexton without context. they come already carrying their own heaviness. when they find a line that captures their chaos so precisely, it’s not planting something new. rather, it’s naming what’s already there. and that kind of recognition doesn’t breed danger. it can feel like relief. like someone quietly switched on a light in your dark room.
reading about despair or mental illness doesn’t create those feelings. what hurts more is going through them without ever seeing them acknowledged, without anyone daring to say them out loud. sometimes, the first flicker of healing begins right there, in that moment of recognition between reader and text. so when people dismiss this kind of writing as harmful, they’re missing the point. literature like this isn’t a threat. it’s an act of honesty. it holds space for the emotional realities most of the world still refuses to face.