I’ve never been someone who romanticizes winter. It doesn’t feel cozy to me — it feels heavy. Confining. Like everything is paused without asking whether I’m ready to stop. Winter strips things down in a way that feels uncomfortable. The days are shorter, the air is colder, and there’s less room to escape inward feelings.Continue reading “Winter Without Romance”
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I don’t read the dark to become it. I read it to understand myself.
Why I Don’t Soften My Reading Choices
I’ve stopped trying to soften what I’m drawn to. The stories I read reflect the complexity of my inner world — not something broken, but something honest. They allow me to explore emotions that don’t fit neatly into polite conversation or easy categories. Healing doesn’t require me to choose light over dark. It requires meContinue reading “Why I Don’t Soften My Reading Choices”
What Is My Mission?
What is your mission? My mission isn’t to be polished, palatable, or easy to consume. It’s to be honest — even when honesty makes people uncomfortable. Especially then. I write from the places that don’t heal neatly, from the parts of life that don’t fit into inspirational quotes or clean conclusions. Because that’s where realContinue reading “What Is My Mission?”
Reading Through It- The Difference Between Fantasy and Awareness
There’s a difference between indulging in fantasy and reading with awareness. I know where the line is now. I know what belongs on the page and what doesn’t belong in my real life. That clarity didn’t come from avoiding dark stories — it came from engaging with them consciously. Books give me a safe distance.Continue reading “Reading Through It- The Difference Between Fantasy and Awareness”
Reading Through It- When the Dark Feels Familiar
Some stories feel familiar in ways that are difficult to explain. Not because I’ve lived them exactly — but because I recognize the emotional landscape. Control. Longing. Obsession. The pull toward intensity when calm once felt unsafe. Books like this don’t shock me. They remind me. I don’t read darkness to romanticize it. I readContinue reading “Reading Through It- When the Dark Feels Familiar”
Being Where I Am Without Apology
I’m learning how to be where I am without rushing ahead or looking back with judgment. Some chapters take longer than expected. Some lessons repeat until they’re fully understood. And some seasons are meant to be lived, not analyzed. Healing has softened my relationship with time. I don’t need to be “further along” to beContinue reading “Being Where I Am Without Apology”
Stability Is Still Growth
For a long time, I believed growth had to feel uncomfortable to be real. If I wasn’t questioning everything, pushing myself, or emotionally exhausted, I assumed I was stagnant. But lately, I’ve realized that stability can also be a sign of healing — especially after chaos. Feeling calm doesn’t mean I’ve stopped evolving. It meansContinue reading “Stability Is Still Growth”
Healing for a True Life Over a Long Life
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life? The idea of living a very long life doesn’t scare me, but it also doesn’t comfort me the way it seems to for others. Time, on its own, doesn’t mean much. It’s what fills the time that determines whether a long lifeContinue reading “Healing for a True Life Over a Long Life”
Learning What I No Longer Carry
There was a time when I carried everything — everyone else’s emotions, expectations, disappointments — as if they were my responsibility. Healing has slowly taught me how to set those things down. Not with anger. Not with resentment. Just with awareness. I’ve started to notice what actually belongs to me and what never did. WhatContinue reading “Learning What I No Longer Carry”
The Work That Doesn’t Announce Itself
Healing doesn’t always show up in visible ways. Some days it looks like doing the ordinary things without spiraling. Like responding instead of reacting. Like noticing when something doesn’t trigger me the way it used to — and quietly acknowledging that change without needing to celebrate it. I’ve learned that this kind of healing rarelyContinue reading “The Work That Doesn’t Announce Itself”
Reading Through It
I read to understand the parts of myself that don’t use polite language.
Reading Through It — What My Reading Choices Say About Me
I’ve noticed that my reading choices often reflect where I am emotionally — sometimes before I even realize it. When I’m drawn to darker stories, it usually means I’m ready to look at things I once avoided. When I lean toward emotional intensity, it’s often because I’m processing something beneath the surface. Books don’t createContinue reading “Reading Through It — What My Reading Choices Say About Me”
What could I do differently?
What could you do differently? I could stop treating healing like a finish line and start honoring it as something that breathes, pauses, and changes shape. I’ve spent years asking myself to be “better,” “over it,” or “stronger,” without always asking whether I was being gentle with the parts of me still learning how toContinue reading “What could I do differently?”
Reading Through It — Fiction as a Safe Place
Fiction has always given me a place to feel things without consequence. Through characters, I can sit with power, obsession, fear, devotion — all the things that are complicated in real life. I can examine them slowly, thoughtfully, without judgment. That distance matters. It keeps the exploration intentional instead of overwhelming. There’s something healing aboutContinue reading “Reading Through It — Fiction as a Safe Place”
Reading Through It — Why Certain Stories Stay
Some stories don’t leave when the book closes. They linger — not because they were shocking or dramatic, but because they touched something familiar. When that happens, I know the story wasn’t just entertainment. It was a mirror. It reflected parts of me I may not talk about openly — the hunger for understanding, theContinue reading “Reading Through It — Why Certain Stories Stay”
Healing Between Chapters — The Difference Between Escaping and Resting
People often confuse reading with escape. But escape feels frantic. Rest feels grounded. And when I read now, it’s not about disappearing — it’s about settling. My thoughts slow. My breathing evens out. The noise fades without me forcing it. That’s not avoidance. That’s regulation. Healing has taught me that rest doesn’t need to beContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — The Difference Between Escaping and Resting”
Healing Between Chapters — Why I Read What I Read
I don’t choose books randomly. I gravitate toward stories that reflect where I am emotionally — or where I’m heading. When I’m drawn to darker narratives, it’s not because I’m broken. It’s because I’m curious. Because I want to understand power, resilience, survival, and desire in controlled environments. Fiction lets me explore intensity without beingContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — Why I Read What I Read”
“You don’t have to be healed to be worthy.”
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say? If I had a freeway billboard, it wouldn’t be loud. It wouldn’t try to sell anything. It would simply say: “You don’t have to be healed to be worthy.” Because so many of us are moving through life carrying invisible weight — showing up forContinue reading ““You don’t have to be healed to be worthy.””
Healing Between Chapters — Reading the Parts of Myself I Don’t Talk About
There are parts of me I don’t explain easily. The darker curiosities. The complicated emotions. The desire to explore things safely through fiction before I ever try to name them in real life. Books give me that space. Through characters, I can sit with power, fear, longing, and vulnerability without having to justify it. IContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — Reading the Parts of Myself I Don’t Talk About”
Healing Between Chapters — What Stories Wake Up
Some books don’t just entertain me — they wake things up. A line lands too close. A character mirrors something I thought I had already outgrown. And suddenly I’m aware of emotions I hadn’t named yet. Reading does that to me. It bypasses the defenses I’ve built and speaks directly to the places that areContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — What Stories Wake Up”
Healing Between Chapters — You’re Allowed to Take Your Time
There is no deadline on becoming who you’re meant to be. I remind myself of this every time I catch that familiar urge to rush — to finish healing, to move on, to be “past” things I’m still gently working through. Books have taught me patience in ways nothing else has. Stories unfold at theirContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — You’re Allowed to Take Your Time”
Healing Between Chapters — Reading as a Boundary
I’ve started noticing that reading has become one of my healthiest boundaries. When I open a book, I’m choosing where my attention goes. I’m stepping away from conversations that drain me, expectations that aren’t mine, and the constant pull to be available to everything and everyone. This isn’t withdrawal. It’s discernment. Healing has taught meContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — Reading as a Boundary”
Living Between the Past and the Future
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? I used to live almost entirely in the past. Not because I wanted to stay there, but because it shaped how I learned to survive. The past taught me patterns, warning signs, and ways to protect myself when things felt uncertain orContinue reading “Living Between the Past and the Future”
Healing Between Chapters — The Quiet After Intensity
After intensity — emotional, relational, or internal — there is always a quiet. I used to fear that quiet, mistaking it for emptiness or loss of momentum. Now I understand it differently. The quiet is where things settle. It’s where the lessons sink beneath the surface instead of staying sharp and loud. When I readContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters — The Quiet After Intensity”
Healing Between Chapters — When Rest Is Still Work
Some days, healing doesn’t look like breakthroughs or revelations. It looks like sitting with a book open on your chest, reading the same paragraph twice, and letting your nervous system finally unclench. I used to believe healing required effort — journaling until my hand cramped, digging through memories until something shifted. And sometimes that’s true.Continue reading “Healing Between Chapters — When Rest Is Still Work”
Healing Between Chapters
Some days, healing doesn’t come from writing it all out. It comes from sitting quietly with a story that knows how to hold the weight for you. Lately, I’ve been reading more than I’ve been explaining myself. Letting someone else’s words carry me through feelings I don’t yet have language for. Finding rest in theContinue reading “Healing Between Chapters”
Still Showing Up
Lately, my blog has been quieter in words and louder in images. Stacks of books. Spines worn soft from rereading. Stories that have held me when I didn’t have the language to explain myself. And I realized something important today: That still counts. There are seasons when writing pours out of me, and seasons whenContinue reading “Still Showing Up”
The greatest gift someone could give me is safety without control.
What is the greatest gift someone could give you? The kind of safety that doesn’t demand I be smaller, quieter, or easier to love. The kind that lets me exist fully — messy, healing, growing — without punishment. Time. Patience. Consistency. Someone who stays even when I’m not at my best. Someone who listens withoutContinue reading “The greatest gift someone could give me is safety without control.”
To the Girl Who Wrote This
I found my old words again. Written by a girl who didn’t yet know she would survive. She was honest before she was healed. Brave before she was safe. Soft in a world that didn’t protect her. If I could speak to her now, I’d tell her this: You weren’t weak. You were learning. AndContinue reading “To the Girl Who Wrote This”
Soft Lights, Dark Longing
There’s something about winter that makes desire louder. The quiet. The darkness. The way everything slows down. Christmas doesn’t soften me — it sharpens what I feel. Longing sits closer. Touch feels heavier. Memories linger longer than the lights on the tree. This season isn’t just about warmth and comfort. It’s about craving connection inContinue reading “Soft Lights, Dark Longing”
This Is the Feeling
Some books don’t leave you with thoughts — they leave you with a feeling. A tight chest. A racing heart. A silence afterward. That’s the kind of story I’m drawn to lately. Not the ones that entertain — but the ones that stay.
Christmas Day — For Whoever You Are Today
Today is Christmas Day for some. For others, it’s simply another day that happens to fall in December. For some, it’s full of noise and tradition. For others, it’s quiet — or heavy — or something to get through. And all of that is allowed. You don’t need to feel grateful if you’re tired. YouContinue reading “Christmas Day — For Whoever You Are Today”
The Characters Who See Me
There’s always that one character — the one who feels too deeply, loves too fiercely, breaks too quietly. The one everyone misunderstands. I don’t read for perfection. I read for recognition. Because seeing my pain reflected in fiction reminds me that I was never alone in it. Someone else survived this feeling. Someone else foundContinue reading “The Characters Who See Me”
Desire Was Never the Enemy
For a long time, I confused silence with safety. I thought if I stayed small, stayed quiet, stayed numb — I would finally be okay. But healing asked something different of me. It asked me to feel again. To listen to my body. To stop apologizing for wanting more. Desire isn’t recklessness. It’s aliveness. AndContinue reading “Desire Was Never the Enemy”
Reading What Heals, Not What’s Approved
I used to think the books I loved said something shameful about me. That wanting darkness, obsession, intensity — meant something was wrong. But the truth is, these stories meet parts of me that were never protected. They sit with longing instead of dismissing it. They let desire exist without apology. Dark romance doesn’t teachContinue reading “Reading What Heals, Not What’s Approved”
Grief — Part III: What It Leaves Behind
Grief changes you — not always in ways that are visible. It deepens your empathy. It sharpens your awareness. It teaches you how fragile and precious connection really is. What remains after grief isn’t emptiness. It’s tenderness. Memory. A quieter understanding of yourself and others. Healing didn’t remove my grief. It taught me how toContinue reading “Grief — Part III: What It Leaves Behind”
Grief — Part II: Learning to Live With It
I used to believe healing meant grief would eventually disappear. I know now that healing looks more like learning how to live alongside it. Some days, grief is quiet — barely noticeable. Other days, it resurfaces without warning, heavy and familiar. Healing hasn’t erased it. Healing has softened my relationship with it. I no longerContinue reading “Grief — Part II: Learning to Live With It”
Grief — Part I: The Quiet Weight
Grief doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it settles in slowly, without announcement. It lives in the things we don’t talk about — the relationships that ended without closure, the versions of ourselves we had to outgrow to survive, the childhoods that felt more like endurance than safety. This kind of grief doesn’t demand attention. ItContinue reading “Grief — Part I: The Quiet Weight”
What Healing Has Been Teaching Me Lately
What skills or lessons have you learned recently? Recently, I’ve learned that healing isn’t about fixing what’s broken — it’s about listening to what was never allowed to speak. I’m learning how often I survived by silencing parts of myself: my needs, my anger, my softness, my voice. Now, instead of pushing those parts away,Continue reading “What Healing Has Been Teaching Me Lately”
Music can become a tool of healing
Triggered by Chase Atlantic is one of the song s I listen to most especially when there’s so much happening around me and I need space to breathe. We all have that one song or play list that helps us through the hard and big emotions that lead us to heal into better versions ofContinue reading “Music can become a tool of healing”
Book of the day
“A Letter to the Girl Who Felt Everything Too Deeply”
To the girl who cried over small things because the big things were too heavy to touch— To the girl who loved too quickly, trusted too easily, wrote paragraphs for boys who gave her sentences— To the girl who walked through the world with her heart unshielded and her hopes unprotected— I’m proud of you.Continue reading ““A Letter to the Girl Who Felt Everything Too Deeply””
“The Poem I Wrote Before I Knew What Heartbreak Was”
I found an old piece of writing today— a poem I wrote before I ever knew what it meant to lose someone you weren’t ready to live without. The lines were messy, the handwriting tilted, but the emotion was real. I wrote about forever like it was something you could promise with a smile inContinue reading ““The Poem I Wrote Before I Knew What Heartbreak Was””
“The Girl I Was Before the World Got Loud”
There was a time when life felt quieter. Not easier—just quieter. Back then, my emotions lived in the pages of a notebook long before I learned how to speak them out loud. I wrote about boys who made my heart trip, friends who felt like home until they didn’t, and wounds I didn’t know wereContinue reading ““The Girl I Was Before the World Got Loud””
“The Way He Said My Name Felt Like a Gift”
Some names sound different in winter. Softer. Sweeter. More sinful. He said mine like he’d been holding onto it for months. Like it tasted like memory and want. Like he finally let himself want me the way he always pretended he didn’t. The snow drifted around us, soft and quiet, but nothing about the momentContinue reading ““The Way He Said My Name Felt Like a Gift””
“Under the Trees, He Found Me Again”
The Christmas lights above us flickered like they knew our secrets. The world around us glittered, bright and innocent— but the air between us was anything but. He stepped closer, just close enough for the warmth of him to melt the cold off my skin. My pulse tripped. His jaw clenched. He wasn’t touching me,Continue reading ““Under the Trees, He Found Me Again””
“Midnight in December Has a Way of Changing People”
There’s something different about the way the world feels at night in December. The cold gets sharper. The lights get softer. And desire… gets louder. We walked through the quiet streets like we were the only two people left in the world. Snowflakes clung to his hair. His breath fogged the air between us. AndContinue reading ““Midnight in December Has a Way of Changing People””
“The Chapters I’ll Never Get Over”
Every reader has that chapter — the one that rewrites your brain chemistry and sets up permanent residence in your memory. You know the ones: 🖤 The confession scene that hits harder because they didn’t know how to love yet 🖤 The moment he whispers her name like a vow 🖤 The fight that changesContinue reading ““The Chapters I’ll Never Get Over””
“Fictional Men I Shouldn’t Love But Absolutely Do”
I have a type. Not in real life— in books. My fictional type? ✔ Dangerous but protective ✔ Chaotic but loyal ✔ Emotionally damaged but emotionally devoted ✔ Morally grey but morally mine ✔ Cold to the world but warm to one single woman ✔ Toxic on paper, healing in practice Real men: “I’m notContinue reading ““Fictional Men I Shouldn’t Love But Absolutely Do””
“The Books That Ruined Me in the Best Possible Way”
Some books don’t just take your breath — they steal your pulse. They grab something deep inside you, twist it, and leave you staring at a wall like you need emotional CPR. Every dark romance reader knows that feeling: 💔 a sentence punches you right in the ribs 💔 the MMC says something so unhingedContinue reading ““The Books That Ruined Me in the Best Possible Way””
“Soft Doesn’t Mean Weak. Dark Doesn’t Mean Broken.”
People always assume you have to be one or the other— the soft girl or the dark girl. But I’ve always been both. Soft in my hope. Soft in my heart. Soft in the way I care too deeply for the people I allow close. But dark in my healing. Dark in my desire. DarkContinue reading ““Soft Doesn’t Mean Weak. Dark Doesn’t Mean Broken.””
“The Woman Who Learned to Want Without Apology”
I used to hide the parts of me that wanted too much. The needing, the longing, the craving for something deeper than casual hands and colder conversations. I thought my desire made me difficult. Too intense. Too emotional. Too much. But wanting isn’t a flaw. It’s a truth. And I’ve learned to hold that truthContinue reading ““The Woman Who Learned to Want Without Apology””
I Don’t Break the Way I Used To”
There was a time when heartbreak felt like the end of me. When a single silence, a single distance, a single shift in someone’s tone could send me spiraling back into every wound I never learned how to close. But I’m not her anymore. I don’t shatter at the first sign of tension. I don’tContinue reading “I Don’t Break the Way I Used To””
“The Chapters That Break You Are the Ones You Remember”
Every reader has a moment — that one chapter that doesn’t just hurt, it haunts. You know the feeling: 💔 You pause and stare at the wall 💔 You reread the paragraph three times 💔 You whisper “no no NO” even though it’s fiction 💔 Your chest feels heavy 💔 Your trust issues get worseContinue reading ““The Chapters That Break You Are the Ones You Remember””
“Why I Always Fall for the MMC First”
It never fails — I meet the male main character and suddenly my standards rise like I haven’t been disappointed before. Maybe it’s because: ✔ Fictional men apologize without being defensive ✔ They communicate even when it’s uncomfortable ✔ They’re protective in a way that feels safe, not controlling ✔ Their devotion is loud, notContinue reading ““Why I Always Fall for the MMC First””
The Kind of Love I Learned From Fiction”
Books taught me a version of love that reality sometimes forgets. Not perfect love. Not soft, easy love. But the kind that feels lived-in — earned, cracked, tested, and still standing. Fiction showed me: ❤️ Devotion that doesn’t disappear when things get hard 🖤 Lovers who choose each other in the darkness ❤️ Healing thatContinue reading “The Kind of Love I Learned From Fiction””
— “I’m Allowed to Want More”
I used to shrink myself to fit into smaller stories. Ones where wanting too much made me “dramatic,” where needing depth made me “complicated,” where craving intensity was something I had to apologize for. But I’m not that girl anymore. I want more than survival. I want warmth that doesn’t disappear in the morning. IContinue reading “— “I’m Allowed to Want More””
— “Desire Is a Kind of Truth”
There’s something intimate about admitting what you want. Not the surface wants— the deeper ones. The ones that live in the space between your ribs, in the quiet hours, in the places you hide from the world. Wanting is vulnerable. Letting yourself be wanted is even more so. For a long time, I carried desireContinue reading “— “Desire Is a Kind of Truth””
“The Parts of Me He Never Saw”
There are versions of myself I only let breathe in the dark— not because I’m ashamed of them, but because some parts of me were born in silence and shadow. The girl who wanted to be held but didn’t know how to ask. The woman learning desire slowly, carefully, without apology. The softness I usedContinue reading ““The Parts of Me He Never Saw””
“Dark Romance Reader Problems (That Aren’t Actually Problems)”
Being a dark romance reader comes with a list of issues… and by issues, I mean lifestyle choices. Some days I’m falling for the villain. Some days I’m rooting for the morally grey love interest who definitely needs therapy. And some days I’m convincing myself that red flags are actually romantic gestures if you tiltContinue reading ““Dark Romance Reader Problems (That Aren’t Actually Problems)””
“Book Boyfriend of the Week: The Men Who Set the Bar Too High”
Every week I swear I won’t get attached. Every week I lie to myself. This week’s Book Boyfriend of the Week? (Insert character name + book here, or I can pick one from your shelf.) Why him? Because he’s the kind of man who carries both ruin and redemption in the same breath. Because hisContinue reading ““Book Boyfriend of the Week: The Men Who Set the Bar Too High””
Why I’ll Always Choose the Morally Grey Ones
Fiction taught me something I didn’t know how to explain when I was younger: I don’t want perfect. I want intense. I want the man with sharp edges and a soft heart that only shows itself behind closed doors. The one who would burn down every lie in his life but hold me like I’mContinue reading “Why I’ll Always Choose the Morally Grey Ones”
Dark Romance Starter Pack: The Things We Don’t Admit Out Loud”
There’s something unexplainable about being a dark romance reader. People think it’s about the spice, the danger, the morally grey men who don’t ask for permission—they take. But it’s more than that. It’s the way a well-written villain makes you feel seen in your broken places. It’s the way a heroine who refuses to stayContinue reading “Dark Romance Starter Pack: The Things We Don’t Admit Out Loud””
Books Gave Me the Kind of Love I Didn’t See Growing Up
Before I ever knew what love should feel like, books showed me: • devotion that doesn’t disappear • loyalty that doesn’t shift with convenience • men who protect, not punish • connection that survives the dark • women who find their voice • lovers who choose each other again and again Fiction gave me aContinue reading “Books Gave Me the Kind of Love I Didn’t See Growing Up”
The Reason I Love Dark Romance Isn’t What You Think
People assume it’s the tension. Or the spice. Or the danger. But it’s never been just that. Dark romance is full of characters who lived through things they don’t talk about— who still choose love even when it terrifies them. It’s about healing in private, breaking in silence, and learning to trust with hands thatContinue reading “The Reason I Love Dark Romance Isn’t What You Think”
The Girl Who Stayed Soft
I’ve outgrown the things I once cried over, but I haven’t outgrown the softness inside me. That girl — the one who wrote pages and pages of aching words, who waited for calls that never came, who believed every smile was a promise — she still lives somewhere inside my ribcage. She’s quieter now. Wiser.Continue reading “The Girl Who Stayed Soft”
What I Thought Forever Meant
There was a time when “forever” felt simple. A word scribbled in the margins of a notebook, a promise whispered in the quiet space between two young hearts who didn’t understand the weight of it. Back then, forever meant: your smile in the hallway, your name lighting up my phone, your voice softening something insideContinue reading “What I Thought Forever Meant”
When I Didn’t Know How to Love Yet
There was a version of me who loved too hard, too fast, too completely. She didn’t know how to pace her heart, how to protect the softest parts of herself. She just handed everything over — her hope, her innocence, her whole chest — because she thought love meant giving until it hurt. I lookContinue reading “When I Didn’t Know How to Love Yet”
The Stories That Made My Darkness Feel Less Alone
(Inspired by: Rina Kent — Royal Elite / Ruthless Worlds) There’s a unique comfort in reading about characters who are beautifully fucked-up in all the ways you’ve never said out loud. Rina Kent writes people who bleed in silence and love like it’s a rebellion. And somehow, their chaos makes your own feel a littleContinue reading “The Stories That Made My Darkness Feel Less Alone”
The Women Who Choose Themselves First
(Inspired by: Tara Sue Me + Helen Hardt) The best part of reading erotic romance isn’t the steam — it’s the transformation. It’s watching women step into their power, their desire, their voice. These authors write heroines who stop shrinking for others and start expanding for themselves. Women who learn that devotion doesn’t mean losingContinue reading “The Women Who Choose Themselves First”
When a Book Teaches You the Kind of Love You Deserve
(Inspired by: Sylvia Day — Crossfire Series) There are stories that don’t just entertain you — they wake parts of you you didn’t know were sleeping. Some books hand you mirrors when you’ve been living with closed eyes. Sylvia Day’s writing did that for me. Her characters loved in ways that were messy, raw, trauma-tangledContinue reading “When a Book Teaches You the Kind of Love You Deserve”
Entry 5 — The Version of Me You Never Saw
There was a girl once who swore she didn’t care. She’d roll her eyes, laugh too loudly in the hallway, pretend she wasn’t watching for the way your shoulders shifted when you turned toward her. She thought she was hiding it well— the way her pulse jumped when you said her name, the way sheContinue reading “Entry 5 — The Version of Me You Never Saw”
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 