Love
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I wonder if you know how much love it took to hate you this much. Hate doesn’t come from nothing. It’s not born in a vacuum, not a sudden gust of wind that sweeps through and rearranges everything overnight. No, it’s built—layer by layer, moment by moment, lie by lie. Hate is love that stayed
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Strong Women Carry Baggage (And Mine Has a Broken Wheel and a Body Count) There’s this myth about strong women, like we’re forged from steel and bad decisions, impervious to things like heartbreak, regret, or the soul-crushing weight of our own overthinking. That we walk away from love like it was a slight inconvenience, shake
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Lately, Ashes by Celine Dion has been more than a song to me—it’s practically a lifeline. And as someone who loves to sing, I have to say: this one just hits. Every note, every chord, every aching question she belts out feels like it was written for this exact moment in my life. When I
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When the holiday season rolls around, I always feel a mix of excitement and comfort. For me, holidays aren’t about huge gatherings or elaborate parties—they’re about being close to the ones I hold dearest: my immediate family. Growing up, we didn’t always have big family get-togethers, so I’ve learned to treasure the time I spend
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Letting go is hard. Even when you know deep down that your heart will eventually heal, it’s like taking a deep breath you haven’t felt in years. There’s a lightness that comes with it—the thought of moving forward. Yet, despite that weight lifting, letting go can still feel impossible. Love is such a beautifully messy
I Would Rather Be In Bed 