Thursday, October 8, 2026

Consumed by Emotions

"I wish I wasn’t so consumed with my emotions."

It’s a sentence I’ve whispered to myself for as long as I can remember.

I’ve never been someone who could easily suppress what I feel.Tonight, watching an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, a story about a premature baby sent me over the edge. It happens almost every episode—I feel everything, all at once, and deeply.That raw feeling is what sparked this post tonight.

For a long time, it felt like my emotions completely controlled my life. I have a habit of finding sadness tucked into almost everything I see. But lately, I’ve noticed that some moments carry a softer kind of grief. I’ve realized these consuming thoughts are actually proof of how deeply I feel, and how much love I have inside me to offer.

There’s a quiet comfort in that—knowing that to hold this much emotion, you have to be filled with an equal amount of love. Holding it all in has never been my strong suit, anyway. And honestly? It feels so good to finally let it out.

Wednesday, October 7, 2026

The Thing About Your Favorite Color

“The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but… reflected in her soul.” — Audrey Hepburn

If you looked at my closet a few years ago, you would have seen a clear storyline written in fabric.

As a little girl, pink was everything. It was bright, unapologetic, and completely wrapped up in how I saw the world. Then came the tomboy phase—the years where I pushed away anything remotely feminine, ditching pink as fast as I could to build a completely different identity. Eventually, I came full circle. I rediscovered pink, and with it, a deep reconnection to my feminine side and my childhood self. Pink became a soft space to land, a reminder of youth, playfulness, and simple comfort. Pink was my past, preserved in all its sweetness.

Lately, though, something in me has shifted. I find myself reaching past the pink and pulling toward purple instead. To me, purple feels like a threshold. It holds onto that underlying femininity and youth, but it carries a different weight entirely. Purple feels womanly, confident, and sexy. If pink is the color of my childhood, purple is the color of my transition into womanhood.

Right now, I’m standing right at the edge of a major shift. I’m a high school senior, graduation is just around the corner, and I’ll be off to college in the fall. I can genuinely feel myself changing day by day. I’m maturing, growing up, and stepping into a brand-new season of life. Purple reflects exactly how that feels: still young, still deeply connected to who I am, but no longer a child.

Pink will always hold a permanent place in my heart—it represents where I came from and the girl I used to be. But purple? Purple represents my future, my independence, and the woman I’m stepping into

Hii everyone. I feel like I haven't posted in forever, but I havent been feeling any motivation to write about anything. This break was worth it though. I dont want to force myself to get a new log in everyday and turn my little hobby into what feels lile a chore. Anyway, I just wanted to say I will be back updating regularly soon. Have a great week!