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Finding Home in the Windy City
I kept the last book closed for days. It sat on my nightstand like a small, trembling truth I was not ready to meet. I told myself I was saving it, that I would stretch it out and savor the last pages. The truth was simpler and uglier. I was scared. Scared that when I…
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Suicide Prevention Day: Choosing Life Every Day
Every year, Suicide Prevention Day comes around and for a lot of us it feels like one of those dates that sits heavy on the calendar. We post a few words. We share a hotline number. We talk about awareness. And then the day passes. But I don’t think this day should only be about…
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When Time Keeps Slipping
I don’t know when it started feeling like this. This sense that I am always running out of time. That the hours are rushing past me even as I try to hold them in my hands. I wake up, I go through the motions, and suddenly another day is gone. And I keep asking myself,…
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The Group Chat Isn’t Home Anymore
It used to feel like a safe place. Every inside joke. Every 2AM meme. Every photo that didn’t make it to Instagram but made us laugh anyway. The group chat was more than just texts, it was a rhythm. A habit. A shared pulse. Now, it’s just noise. I still read the messages. I still…
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2000 of You. Still Processing That
I don’t even know how to begin writing this because nothing I say seems big enough to match what I’m feeling right now. But I’ll try anyway. Yesterday I posted a 2000 followers giveaway. It felt special and exciting, but honestly, I didn’t expect anything crazy. I just wanted to say thank you and give…
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I’m Not Quiet, I’m Just Tired Of Explaining Myself
There’s always someone who thinks I’m quiet. That I’m “too reserved” or “kind of cold” or “hard to figure out.” And for the longest time, I believed them. I kept thinking I should try harder. Be more fun. More available. More “easy to talk to.” I tried to be louder, quicker, smoother. I smiled more…
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The Joy Of Reading Without Posting About It
There’s a kind of peace that comes with reading a book no one knows you’re reading. No aesthetic flatlay. No highlighted quote on your story. No pressure to review it, rate it, or even finish it quickly. Just you, a book, and the quiet permission to enjoy it without turning it into content. And honestly?…
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The Side of Bookstagram I Wish We Talked About More
I don’t say this lightly, but some days bookstagram breaks my heart a little. Not because I don’t love it. I really, really do. This space has held so much joy for me. It’s given me connection and creativity and moments that have made me feel like I belong to something special. But it’s also…
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The Summer I Thought I’d Do Everything
There’s a certain kind of delusion that hits when the semester ends and summer begins. You convince yourself this is it. The Big Break. The season of becoming That Girl™—well-rested, productive, glowing, employed, possibly fluent in a new language by July. I made lists. Actual lists. Of things I’d do with all this glorious free…
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I’m Back (But It’s Different Now)
It feels a little strange to be here again. This space used to be familiar—something I turned to when I wanted to talk about books, stories I loved, characters I couldn’t stop thinking about. For a long time, that felt like enough. It gave me comfort. It gave me something steady to return to. But…
