positivity moon

Every day online feels like walking through glass with a spotlight overhead. One misstep and the crowd gathers, not to help you up but to carve your name into the mistake – permanent marker, all-caps, no edits. It’s not justice, it’s hunger: the need to see someone else burn,…

Every day online feels like walking through glass with a spotlight overhead. One misstep and the crowd gathers, not to help you up but to carve your name into the mistake – permanent marker, all-caps, no edits. It’s not justice, it’s hunger: the need to see someone else burn,…

Every time someone says, “So, tell me about your family,” I feel my pulse stutter – like I’m suddenly holding a grenade, pin half-pulled. I could smile, say the usual, invent some safe-boring version: “Oh, they’re good people, you know, parents, siblings, all that.” Let them…

Everybody laughs when you turn your disaster into a punchline. It’s a weird relief – you lay your mess on the table, wrap it in sarcasm, and suddenly you’re not the problem, you’re just the “funny one.” You can admit you’re unravelling, but as long as you put the right spin on…

Decision is ignition – one clean spark that snaps the gears inside the dark. The second you say “I’m done settling,” everything around you starts rearranging, magnets flipping, doors unlatching in rooms you couldn’t see yesterday. Hold the line. Look forward only. Momentum loves…

It always sneaks up on you – the quiet after someone leaves. At first, you think you’ll notice the gap, that your days will ring hollow without their name lighting up your screen or their half-thought-out takes on whatever show you pretended to care about. But then the silence…

Some people pour a shot and their shadow crawls out – mean jokes, cold eyes, suddenly every grudge gets a microphone. I drink and my bones just loosen, laughter climbs out of my chest and I want to touch everyone’s arm, say “I missed you” to someone I barely know, maybe kiss a…

Whole world stops making sense for a minute – mind blank, body humming like you swallowed lightning. Everything sharper, louder, stupid, urgent. It’s embarrassing and kind of magic. Half the time you don’t know if you want to laugh or pray it goes away. All that and you’re still…

You log in, type something half-formed, and throw it into the void. Maybe a thought you wouldn’t say out loud in the kitchen, maybe a joke you’d never risk at work, maybe just a sigh disguised as a meme. The timeline rolls on. Everyone’s talking at once, but nobody’s really…

You should. There’s no age limit on needing to be held, on wanting to hand your hurt to someone who knows you all the way back. Some nights you want to be small again, to let go, to let somebody else carry the weight just for a while. If you can still go home and let yourself…

Most people don’t get it – how starved you can be for just one look that lands and stays, for the kind of listening that doesn’t check the clock. You learn the hunger by accident: too many years in rooms where your story slides off the table, where you’re halfway through a…

You sit at someone else’s kitchen table and watch their mom drop ice in tall glasses, slice apples with a kind of absent tenderness that makes the whole room hum. There’s music playing, but nobody is yelling over it. The dad jokes are corny, the dog’s nails click on the tile,…

You don’t realize how starved you’ve been until someone actually shows up with intention. Not just dinner and split bills and the limp promise of “whatever you want,” but that raw, focused courtship – the way they remember the story you told once about loving jasmine tea, or how…

You don’t start loving yourself like a movie montage. There’s no sunrise, no runner’s high, no swelling music behind a fresh haircut and a fridge full of salad. You start at zero, at night, usually, staring up at the ceiling, counting the cracks, asking the same questions that…

I know this too. I used to believe discipline lived in big acts – changing cities, quitting jobs, burning bridges. Turns out it can rot you in smaller ways, like the daily math of protein. A trainer at the cheap gym said 100 grams was the magic ticket. “You’ll feel amazing, lean…

Last Tuesday my checking balance dropped below the price of a grocery run and I just stared at the banking app, mouth open, whispering what the heck like I was afraid the phone might hear and charge me extra for cursing. I’m twenty-four and still play this game where I move…

I used to think it was that simple too – stress on one side, consistency on the other, a neat little equation that would keep everyone happy. Then I dated a person who texted good-morning every day, picked me up on time, paid for dinner, asked about my deadlines. Person never…