Space obsession, queen confessions.
It was one of those nights when the air felt heavy with everything I’d been carrying. I hadn’t planned to go outside. I’d spent the evening alone, curled on the couch with a cup of tea gone cold, turning an old mistake over and over in my mind like a stone I couldn’t drop. The…
Some things in life never quite become stars. They hover in that in-between space—hazy clouds of color and light, swirling with possibility. Dreams that shimmered on the horizon. Connections that felt electric for a moment. Paths that branched so close to “yes” before fading into “not yet” or “not ever.” I used to chase them…
I’ve never been the type to blame Mercury Retrograde for everything. Spilled coffee? My clumsy hands. Missed text? Probably just bad service. But there was this one retrograde—let’s call it the Great Cosmic Timeout of late 2024—that snuck up, flipped my life upside down, and somehow ended up being the best thing that could have…
We never needed a telescope to find the stars. You and I would lie on blankets in the grass, or on the hood of your old car, or sometimes just on the floor of my tiny apartment with the lights off, and we’d trace them ourselves. Not the official ones—the ones in books with Latin…
There was a time when she and I orbited the same small star. We had been pulled together years earlier—two lonely planets caught in each other’s gravity, spinning close enough that our atmospheres brushed and sparked. For a long while, it felt like home. We shared nights lit by the same constellations, whispered secrets across…