Month: May 2025

(This text contains spoilers for the movie Fairytopia 2: Mermaidia) As a queer person, I often look back to my childhood and wonder if there was any clue that I would end up this way, before I even knew what a gay person was. Was there any indication in the way I acted, the music I liked, the games I played or the movies I watched? I will never know for sure until the time machine is invented, but I believe that my favorite movie at the time being Barbie Fairytopia 2: Mermaidia is no coincidence. Upon rewatching, I realised…

« We’ve been gazing the night, Under you I take cover, Holding each other tight, . The air I breathe, Doesn’t suffice my need, I need you incessantly, Can you promise me, . Your body against my own, You uncover me bare, Loving me to my bones, My soul safely flourishing, . The sun rising, It feels like spring, Such passing hours, Have you seen the flowers . Their petals are blooming, I find myself wishing, That they would stay, Forever and again, . For I cannot help wonder when, You will take your lovely, In the gardens, Where we…

Today was the day where they would both finally escape. He knew it. For years, they had put up with this abuse. His mother was a monster who enjoyed beating him whenever he made a mistake, while she, the girl, whom he had met here for the first time so many years ago, had put up with her father’s violence when drunk—which was often. He remembered that promise, only when it was too late. Today was the day where, a little bit more than ten years ago, they had looked at each other for the first time. She had been…

Trigger warnings: Dark subjects ahead. Sequel stories to “Midnight Walk” and “Held together by a Thread” On a walk at mid-night time, I explored a forest which I used to know, although it had completely changed. I discovered many abandoned pieces of history which everyone seemed to forget. Finally, while gazing at myself in the river from the top of an old but sturdy concrete bridge, I noticed the sun woke up. It was time to go back home. My husband, still affected by his actions during the fight the night before and while haunted by his thin patience, was…

The final bell, a joyful sound, Exam's last page, relief is found. The heavy books are set aside, No more equations to confide. . The frantic cram, the late-night dread, Now banished from our weary head. The summer breeze begins to call, Beyond the classroom's weary wall. . A chapter closed, a season done, Beneath the bright and warming sun. With lighter hearts and spirits free, We greet the days that used to be A distant dream, a hopeful gleam, Now summer's here, a vibrant theme!