BLOGS

Inspired by the new Wuthering Heights movie released Feb 2026. The wind tears heather from the bone of the hill like it wants to strip the earth naked and start over. We ran here once, barefoot, laughing at the thunder that answered our shouts— two creatures made of the same storm, no fence between us, no polite distance. You were the pulse under my skin before I knew what a pulse was for. I said your name into the gale once and the gale kept it, swallowed it whole, so now ev

The overwhelmingly possessive urge to be loved. There is a kind of love that arrives like fireworks —a sudden bloom in the chest, bright and deafening, leaving smoke where certainty used to be. There is a kind of love that feels written in the stars long before two people ever meet. As if the universe had been aligning constellations in secret. As if longing existed before language did. It feels ancient. Fated. Inevitable. It studies every facet of a person —the gentleness, t

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After 3 months into the year of 2022, I am back with another annual "what did this year teach me?" post for 2021; long overdue, I know,...

For being the most intelligent creatures on the planet, or possibly in our galaxy, human memory is pretty shit. No really. We often...

I think 19 is the most awkward age to live through. Too old to hang on to old high school habits. Too young to be part of that "adult"...