Embarrassment
A Situationship. Content Warning.
October 15th It’s 2 AM. The city outside my window is a sleeping beast, all quiet hum and distant, lonely lights. I can’t sleep. My skin feels too tight, my thoughts too loud. It’s on nights like these that the memories don’t feel like memories at all. They feel like ghosts living just under my ribs, pressing to get out. And tonight, the ghost is him. Aarav.
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The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
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The Phone Call That Changed How I Saw My Husband Forever
It was nearly midnight when my phone rang. I almost didn’t pick up. My husband had fallen asleep beside me, and the house was wrapped in the kind of silence that makes every sound feel louder than it should.
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Waiting to Be Wanted. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
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The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
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Periods Aren’t Embarrassing — Men Are
I’m about to have a hysterectomy at 30. Not because I want to, but because my endometriosis has turned my uterus into a war zone. It’s the kind of condition that doesn’t just ruin days — it ruins years. My womb has been waging battle against me since I was thirteen, and I’ve finally decided it’s time to call a truce by surrendering it entirely.
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Her Letters Still Arrive
The box sat quietly at the back of Adeel’s closet. It was small, wooden, and tied with a ribbon that had faded to gray. He had not opened it in years. It wasn’t that he forgot—it was that he was afraid. Afraid of the handwriting inside, afraid of the memories it would bring rushing back.
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New York rapper who joined Trump campaign rally sentenced for attempted murder | AP
## What is the case about? This news concerns a New York City rapper known professionally as **Sheff G**, whose legal name is **Michael Williams**, and his sentencing for **attempted murder** and **conspiracy**. The rapper, who previously joined **Donald Trump** onstage during a campaign rally in 2024, admitted to using proceeds from his music to fund gang-related violence in Brooklyn. ([AP News][1])
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