Romance has always been marketed as this clean, soft, candlelit thing. The empire of Hallmark and Instagram filters insists on polished love stories. Hands clasped in golden hour lighting, date nights documented like propaganda posters for stability. But collapse ruins that fantasy. When the system falls apart, romance doesn’t bloom. It mutates. It turns jagged, … Read more
Stockholm syndrome gets romanticized like everything else. Movies dress it up as tragic devotion, songs paint it as twisted but beautiful. That’s bullshit. Stockholm syndrome is survival math. If you can’t escape the hand strangling you, you convince yourself the hand is keeping you safe. You call the leash a lifeline. You defend the captor … Read more
Because nothing screams stability like being awake in the pitch-black hours, brain running a thousand miles an hour thanks to ADHD, hammering out thoughts about obsession while nursing caffeine jitters from a drink I swore I wouldn’t touch past midnight. Here’s the deal: obsession gets dressed up as drive when society wants to market it. … Read more
I learned early that people show their sharpest edges when they think no one is paying attention. I pay attention. Too much. I collect the small ticks, the hungry glances, the way someone grips a fork harder than they should when power slips from their hands. That’s the problem with knowing me. Every crack shows … Read more