Stream of Consciousness
The Lake at Twilight
You look out over the reflection of the sun, through the still waters of the lake, as the sun sets behind the gentle darkening mountains. The sky recedes from yellow to orange, to red, before hinting a shade of violet and blue. The clouds once gentle shades of off-white are now turning into darker shades of gray.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
We are momentum. We live in momentum. We create momentum.
I reached out and I told her “Do you love me a lot?” Then she said, “I have to work, I’ll love you later”. Nonetheless, it made me realize how many times I have “postponed” and “planned” my joys and thrills. Like they were supposed to be on schedule and how much room I have created for stagnancy of true FLOW of life and energy. No wonder I got so deep into fear, anxiety and so much more of this spectrum. I got what I prioritized, and I was what I prioritized to the outer world, because in the sanctuary of my own space, I could “slightly” explore more, “safely”, what I could`ve been or what I truly deeply AM.
By Cristina Pomana4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 速攻
I slept with this guy named Bobby. He was this handsome half Japanese half white guy. He has a youtube channel with like 4k followers so that's neat but he's a complete tool otherwise. He just led me on and then proceeded to ghost me when I tried to follow up, thinking maybe the first time was just awkward but he did no such thing.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
The New Time
Introduction This is a five year old post from my Seven Days In blog with my thoughts on getting older and why time might seem to go much faster, also with a couple of books that you might like to sample, which also touch on the nature of time.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Confessions
Spicy Burrito Bowl
On paper, it was nothing unusual: an al pastor burrito bowl, warm with roasted pork, peppers, rice, and spice. But in the moment, it became something far more than dinner. It became a mirror. A container for the feelings I hadn’t yet named and the questions I was almost afraid to ask.
By The Kind Quill4 months ago in Confessions
“Confession: I Lied About Who I Was to Fit In”
For years, I told myself I was just being “adaptable.” That was the polite way to say it. But the truth was uglier: I lied about who I was to make people like me. I didn’t do it once or twice. I did it habitually, so naturally it felt like second nature. It wasn’t until my double life started to unravel that I realized how exhausting, lonely, and destructive it had become.
By Osama Jan4 months ago in Confessions
The Village That Taught Me How to Breathe Again
Most of the world knows Vietnam through travel magazines, war documentaries, or postcard-like images of Ha Long Bay and lanterns in Hoi An. But Vietnam, for me, is not just about breathtaking landscapes or famous tourist spots. It is about a small, quiet village tucked away in the northern countryside—a place that taught me the meaning of stillness, patience, and peace.
By Quang4 months ago in Confessions
Does Jesus Know You Love Him?
This morning around 3 a.m., I experienced something I know many of you may have also faced at one point in your life: a sleep paralysis attack. It is a strange and frightening experience where you are caught between sleep and waking, aware of what is happening but unable to move. I felt the heaviness press down, almost like a rugby team pinning one player to the ground. For a couple of minutes, it tried to keep me silent, but even before my mind fully woke, my spirit had already begun to pray. My mouth moved on autopilot, praying in the Spirit, reaching for God in that shadowy moment.
By Test4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: しぶしぶ
It is my second day back at school and I am overwhelmed I am deciding to just bring my todo list from home so I don't slack off. I sort of wasted time last night binging Tinder and watching guys jack off. absolutely no one is good enough for even a one night stand so it was highly disappointing. On top of that I was crying about Jahon the whole time and really drained my energy. I guess I got so high I started regressing or something and I am just done.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
World War 3: Life in the Aftermath
World War 3: Life in the Aftermath The idea of a third world war is often spoken of in terms of nuclear strikes, battlefield strategies, and clashing superpowers. Yet the most haunting question is not how such a conflict might begin, but how people would live once the first waves of destruction had passed. What happens to the survivors when the smoke clears? The true story of World War 3 would not end with armies, but with ordinary people struggling to rebuild a broken world.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Confessions
