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Whiplashing myself

I never thought I was into that.

I and I and I

I have so many questions, even the most ridiculous ones. But I get so afraid. Will people think that I am being too curious? But what else…

Magic lost? How tragic!

Pta hai jab job nahi thi, itna kuch karna tha… roz to do lists banti thi. Content bhi banana tha, startup bhi grow karna tha, bacho ko…

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26 July 2026

I Know They Didn’t Mean It.

When you’re constantly compared to someone — whether intentionally or unintentionally — you slowly begin to resent them. Sometimes, you…

How I Got Banned from KDP | What You Don’t Know Can Hurt You

I had a dream. I had a dream that I would make children’s books and make money from it. Maybe not tens of thousands of dollars, but even a…

Mother is at the Beach: A Travelogue.

I definitely made a mistake moving back home, but at least the water is listening.

Meminjam (Mata)hari di Antaranya

Saat ku membuka pintu pada fajar, aku bertaruh tentang siapa yang akan muncul. Dia? Dia? Dia? Atau dirinya? Yang keberadaannya sering…

Bukan Lagu Cinta #4 (End): Terlontar Mencerna Arah

Kembali pada jam satu dini hari yang lain lagi, masih menetap dengan kegiatan yang sama di mana ku memulai lambat, dan lama mencerna arah…

Penyakit Mata, Penyakit Hati

Penyakit mata, penyakit hati Penyakit hati, penyakit mata

Back in My Body, Unless Someone Is Looking

I was listening to Maggie Rogers sing “Back in My Body,” which is a perfect song. It makes you want to walk somewhere with purpose even if…

Bukan Lagu Cinta #3: Mengintai Sampah & Menggenggam Permukaan Gelas

Sekarang jam satu dini hari. Aku menulis ini hampir setahun kurang dua bulan setelah menyambangimu, yang mana aku hampir lupa garis besar…

POTS AND PANS:

We Bury The Dead

Diary Of A Nigerian Student

today i woke up [excited]

i was just sleeping in big time when all of a sudden, my brain switched on. like, all the way on!

My Daily Controbution

After I put on three pairs of socks for long walks. I changed my jumper, my shirt long sleeve, my hat, trousers added another second layer…

Alone Again

Alone again

The ink will flow in joy and in grief. That is how a year is written. yearly journal notebook

The Ink Will Flow in Joy and in Grief. That Is How a Year Is Written.

Life in an igloo

Hi there readers! I was bored, but my pen and paper helped me find something to do. I imagined that I was an Inuit in Iceland living in an…

Prayer to Angel of Mercy

(This is simply here because I have trouble praying and getting words out of myself sometimes. If I pray anything to anyone these next two…

MUSIC

Some believe music heals aside from how heartwrenching or joyful or depressing or noisy and quiet it is. As for me, however, one’s…

Entry #1

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