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31.03.25 some days, home is the quiet hum of the fridge at 2 a.m., the whisper of the fan tracing slow circles in the dark. other days, it is something softer, less certain—a feeling that lingers but never quite settles. i used to think home had walls, a door, a place to return to. now…
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29.03.25 i think about it sometimes—what’s behind that door. the one i don’t open, the one i pretend isn’t there. if i ever let myself turn the handle, i know what i’d find. dust-covered versions of me, the ones i left behind but never truly let go of. the girl who thought if she was…
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Four years ago, I started this blog with big ideas and a heart full of thoughts I wasn’t sure how to share. I knew I wanted to write about self-help, mental health, and personal growth, but somewhere along the way, I got lost in the how. I posted different things—things that brought you here (which…
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i’m crystal
just a girl and her pen in her cozy corner of the internet trying to heal herself with words. i like my words warm, my skies blush, and my thoughts wrapped in ribbon. quietly dreaming out loud-one post, one poetic thought, one feeling at a time.
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“they’ve never found the body of the first boy who broke my heart”
“his mother was ugly, his father was ugly, but shrek was uglier than the two of them…”
