Tag: bookstagram
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A bookstaversary, an algorithm, and the community that never lets you down
There is a particular kind of dread that builds when you have been posting into what feels like a void. You make something with care, you hit share, and then you watch the numbers sit still, not moving, barely breathing, as if the internet has collectively decided to look the other way. That had been…
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3000 followers and a story that was never supposed to make it this far
I keep staring at the number like it’s going to disappear. Like I’ll blink and it’ll go back to 2,999 and I’ll have celebrated for nothing. But it’s real. 3000 people have found their way to this little corner of the internet, and honestly, the fact that it exists at all still surprises me. Let…
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I Poured My Heart Into That Post. And Crickets.
Let me tell you what a Sunday afternoon looks like for me. I have been rearranging the flatlay for forty minutes. The decorative pieces aren’t sitting right, the bookmark keeps slipping out of frame, and the light was perfect twenty minutes ago but now it has shifted and I have missed it. I start over.…
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Loving A Creative Dream Even When It’s Hard
There is a specific kind of dream that doesn’t always look big from the outside, but it takes up a lot of space inside you. The kind that keeps returning to you no matter how busy life gets. The kind that sits somewhere in the background of your mind while you’re doing ordinary things. Sometimes…
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One Year of #SoulfulSundaysWithDevika
(a note to anyone who’s ever tried to keep a promise to themselves) I started #SoulfulSundaysWithDevika on a random Sunday, yes but I had a feeling it would stay. I didn’t know what it would look like,or what I would talk about every week,but I knew one thing: I needed something that would make me…
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Confessions of a Serial Book Abandoner
There was a time I used to force myself through every single book I started.No matter how slow, how confusing, how painfully dull it felt, I kept going. It didn’t matter if it took me weeks, if I kept sighing through chapters, or if I was internally begging for the plot to pick up. I…
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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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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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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…
