Historias de Commentary

Being Indian American feels like living in a pressure cooker wrapped in a smile. You're told to be perfect, productive, palatable - never loud, never intimidating. But travel to India, and you'll meet folks who are bold, stylish, confident, and unapologetically gangsta. DEAR DIASPORA, YOU'RE NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER is a sharp, personal callout - not to India, but to the suffocating performance of "representation," perfectionism and intraracial competition that dominates Desi life in the West. This isn't a sob story - it's a truth bomb. A cultural essay that demands real freedom, not filtered branding. If you're ready to sip some realness, break free from the cage of expectations, and find your max pro aura - this is for you. 🍋 Bold. Tart. Sweet. Unfiltered. 🍋 Just like a glass of limeade on a hot day.

Lily Lockhart is determined to keep her sanctuary afloat and her life under control. Unfortunately, the animals have opinions, the stakes are high, and her feelings are getting dangerously inconvenient.

To keep myself from losing track of: all the 2026 contests I've entered, all the 2026 contests I've volunteered myself as a judge (or let myself be volun-told into judging), all the 2026 books I've had to read as a contestant or as a judge, all the 2026 deadlines, and all the other important stuff, here is a book that registers all these 2026 things in a somewhat organized fashion. With occasional commentary. For the record, I am not Lady Whistledown, and I do not have all the gossip of the ton. Nota bene: Although other people are welcome to browse my public contest logs and look for contests, look for information about details of contests (i.e. you want me to pour you some tea), etc, these contest logs are primarily for my own use. I enter so many contests that I can't keep track of them without a log. I forget important details, too, including things like "Note to self: You do not get along with this contest host, best not participate in their contests." Like my 2024 and 2025 contest logs, this journal was never meant to be an "expose" book. I'm not exposing anybody. Contests are matters of public record, as are any comments made in the contest books. I'm just a ditz who needs a written log to keep track of everything. I would lose my head if it hadn't been attached to my shoulders. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY POETRY AND PROSE BEING USED TO TRAIN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

ဖတ်ချင် ဖတ် မဖတ်ချင် လစ်~

There is so very much to Legea. This is a book for all the extras that belong nowhere: music, maps, poems, random lore, fun facts, the very first draft of "The Journey"... written four years ago by a thirteen-year-old in a ring-bound notebook with a snake on the cover...

To keep myself from losing track of: all the 2025 contests I've entered, all the 2025 contests I've volunteered myself as a judge (or let myself be volun-told into judging), all the 2025 books I've had to read as a contestant or as a judge, all the 2025 deadlines, and all the other important stuff, here is a book that registers all these 2025 things in a somewhat organized fashion. With occasional commentary. Nota bene: Although other people are welcome to browse my public contest logs and look for contests, look for information about details of contests (i.e. you want me to pour you some tea), etc, these contest logs are primarily for my own use. I enter so many contests that I can't keep track of them without a log. I forget important details, too, including things like "Note to self: You do not get along with this contest host, best not participate in their contests." Like my 2024 contest log, this was never meant to be an "expose" book. I'm not exposing anybody. Contests are matters of public record, as are any comments made in the contest books. I'm just a ditz who needs a written log to keep track of everything. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached to my shoulders. I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY POETRY AND PROSE BEING USED TO TRAIN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

System Is a Person is a searing philosophical poem that confronts the illusion of justice and the machinery of modern society. In a world where corruption wears the robes of law and silence replaces courage, the "System" is revealed not as a structure-but as a reflection of humanity itself. Through haunting imagery and relentless questioning, C.C exposes a society that watches rather than acts, obeys rather than resists, and mistakes control for order. The poem explores power, complicity, fear, and the quiet surrender that allows injustice to thrive. At its core, this is not just a critique of institutions-it is a mirror held to the reader. What is justice? Who truly holds power? And when the world collapses beneath its own design, who will stand? Dark, provocative, and unapologetically bold, System Is a Person challenges the reader to reclaim the one weapon the system cannot control: humanity.

I spout my dumb opinions on the Internet. For fun. And you watch my train wreck of a brain work. Sometimes all you can do is watch.. That's what my therapist says to my mom anyway.. Just kidding! I don't have a therapist anymore. She blocked me a long time ago.. I also degrade the people that read my shit bc they are either horny, edgy, or most of the times both. this will be like if an agoraphobic disturbed person wanted to make a commentary channel but was afraid to show there face. JK lol. It IS that! Okay, bye jag offs! I used the wrong "there/they're/their".. Fuck it, I'mma keep it just to piss someone off.. Lol, fuckwad

These are some of my poems that I have written and finally decided to put up and ones that I have recently written and put up. They are personal, so think what you like, but don't judge me, you don't know my story. My emotions and me are in these poems. That being said, I ramble, a lot. Bear with me because gods know few people have. If you try and figure out the world and fail a could million times, then you got that going for you at least. Please comment and vote! I love comments! They are thoughts that should be expressed. "It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word. And then that word grew louder and louder, till there was a battle cry." The Call by Regina Spektor

reunite /riːjʊˈnʌɪt/Submit verb past tense: reunited; past participle: reunited come together or cause to come together again after a period of separation or disunity. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜|| {ღ} sequel (¿) {ღ} romance {ღ} makes you uwu {ღ} PLEASE READ "AFFECTION" for an understanding!!! {ღ} soft [ill try] {ღ} imallexx fanfiction {ღ} Alex x reader {ღ} book 2 of 'affection' {ღ} drama [not really] {ღ} smutty *oOft* {ღ} I made the book cover {ღ} commentary youtuber {ღ} 04/02/2019 {ღ} ongoing-continuing 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 if you don't like what your reading, you may move your ass out of this page. Byebye.💀🤠💕

Pretty simple, just gonna take abt a week.

random stories about the boys lowercase intended enjoy <3

Mayumi and her family took a trip to Mexico because her dad decided he wanted a vacation away from the restaurant he owned. She didn't know her way around the city, and lost her family. She has a panic attack and stops by a restaurant to recollect herself. Then, a boy tries to get her attention, looking to help.

Torn between a church pew and a prayer mat, I was raised in two faiths. But it was my silent grandfather's final words that showed me the true path to Heaven not religion but love.

In the ravaged Smokestacks, 16-year-old Ava Kael fights for survival. Born into poverty, Ava's determination protects her family, driving impossible choices. Her resourcefulness as a brilliant mechanic from Sector 8: Gearhaven embodies resilience. Captured by ruthless Blackcoats, Ava's sentenced to labor camps in The Furnace (Sector 1) for stealing bread for her sickly sister, Kaia. Brutal conditions threaten to break her, until Carson Torres, President Thane's son, intervenes. Carson pays off Ava's debts, freeing her, but at a steep price: leaving home, family, and Jax behind for the lavish Torres Estate in Elyria. Ava's trapped in a gilded cage, surrounded by opulence but suffocating under Elyrian rule. But Ava soon realizes she's not saved, only acquired. Carson's fascination with her sparks unease. Is she just another beautiful thing to be claimed, a prized possession alongside Elyria's treasures? Torn between gratitude and hatred, Ava navigates Elyria's treacherous landscape. Her music becomes solace, secretly composing rebellious melodies. But in Elyria, art threatens to expose her true loyalties. Ava's journey explores resistance, love, loyalty, and self-discovery. Join her as she faces darkness beneath Elyria's glamour, uncovers Carson's secrets, and fights for freedom and heart.

The future is a frightening chance at what could be. But why should you live life scared that's not a way to live. Now criticizing the political views of those wackos from the United Moons of Saturn that's a way to live.

This poem is meant as a commentary on society. How you interpret it is up to you.

Just taking requests for cc, goop squad, misfits, etc. fics. I'd rather not write smut if it's not satire because they are real people and I don't want to invade anyones privacy or make them uncomfortable.

A blog of sorts, recommendations and tips from me to you as an author and reader. (Marked as complete, but will be updated as appropriate.)