Introspection Stories

Kimira Disvinadiya has everything under control. As student council president, top student, and self-appointed guardian of schedules, deadlines, and proper procedure, his life runs with military precision. Wake up. Go to school. Finish paperwork. Repeat. Then one morning, he wakes up as a girl. Naturally, Kimi's first concern isn't the impossible transformation. It's the paperwork. Determined to keep his life from falling apart, Kimi throws himself even harder into routine. Meetings still need to be held. Reports still need to be signed. The student council won't run itself. But no amount of planning can stop the changes creeping into his life. As friendships shift, relationships become complicated, and the person staring back from the mirror feels less and less familiar, Kimi is forced to confront a question he has spent years avoiding: Is he actually living? Or has he only been existing according to a schedule someone else wrote for him?

​"I collect all ideas... but that's all I do. I just collect the ideas, never create them. So I will now." ​Welcome to Things, Thoughts and Tangents, a series of non-fiction essays, late-night rants, and deep dives into the weird correlations that make up my everyday life. If you've ever felt stuck in the weird in-between of growing up, or if you have a habit of starting ten projects and finishing zero, you'll feel right at home here. ​Come for the literary rants, stay for the existential overthinking.

"My only fear would have to be death, but even then, not even death frightens me anymore." When Simon was only a child, he had his mind set on not just becoming a director but also a pioneer for all films to come, yet even when he had acquired all he had needed for his path, nothing ever seemed to bloom for him, leaving him in a spot where he questions everything about himself. Yet, when he takes his quarterly checkup, he comes across something that may or may not awaken something in him.

Three stories. Three generations. A story of lives intertwined. How much of a life belongs to the person who lives it? Part 1, After: it's 1961 and Tancredi has spent the past year trying to live with Amelia's absence, but grief has a way of turning the past into something that refuses to stay buried. Part 2, Another: it's 1919. Maria is a poor widow left with a son she does not love, who decides that she will no longer remain where she was born. Part 3, One life: Amelia is a young girl... TW: grooming/abuse/domestic violence

Poems to a Lover. " Say to me, That my love is the truth, And your doors are open to me. Bliss that has no words to define. Dreams that leave no darkness to hind sight."

a collection of thoughts i probably would not say out loud. things i notice about people. things i miss. things i pretend not to care about. opinions no one asked for. questionable decisions. memories that come back at inconvenient times. tiny existential crises. movies that changed my brain chemistry. songs i have accidentally built entire personalities around. i write about growing up, love, loneliness, identity, creativity, friendships, strangers, being perceived, being misunderstood, wanting everything and sometimes wanting nothing at all. mostly, i am interested in people and why they do the things they do. the conversations we replay in our heads. the people we wonder about long after they have left. the strange little moments that somehow end up meaning everything. somewhere between a diary and a conversation with someone i have never met. written anonymously because some thoughts are easier to tell strangers. consider this the table in the back of a cafe that probably does not exist, where the conversation gets a little too personal.

Greenhouse Notes: Kinda crazy, but full of wonder Greenhouse Notes is not a book about having all the answers. It is a record of what happens when you stop demanding them. It began with simple questions-why, where, when, and how-and somehow those questions kept growing. Into gardens. Kitchens. Forests. Relationships. Grief. Joy. Work. Identity. The strange little moments that seem insignificant until you look at them long enough and realize they were telling you something. This is a collection of essays about learning to see. Not just what is happening, but what might be happening underneath it. Not just what something means, but what else it could mean. Not just the feeling itself, but what the feeling is trying to reveal before we rush to explain it away. Like a greenhouse, these pages hold a little bit of everything: things being cultivated, things being neglected, things outgrowing their containers, things that refuse to bloom on schedule, and things that somehow survive despite us. There are no neat formulas here. No five-step systems for becoming your best self. No promise that if you simply understand enough, life will finally make sense. There is only the invitation to look closer. Because sometimes the most ordinary thing becomes strange when you really notice it. A seed can make you think about patience. A meal can make you think about memory. A relationship can reveal the parts of yourself you hadn't met yet. A forest can make you reconsider what you thought you knew about being alive. And sometimes a question doesn't lead to an answer at all. Sometimes it leads to another question. And another. Sometimes they chain and create their own multiverse. And, somehow, that turns out to be the point. This is not certainty. It is curiosity in motion. A little chaotic. A little tender. Occasionally ridiculous. And, hopefully, full of wonder.

A collection of poems written along the way. Some are about wounds that refuse to fade. Some are about identity, memory, beauty, loss, and the strange contradictions within us. Others simply ask questions that have no easy answers. From watching the first rains through a closed window to becoming ensnared in another person's music, Journey is a collection about growing, falling, remembering, and trying to understand what it means to move forward. Perhaps a journey isn't about reaching somewhere. Perhaps it's about everything we become along the way.

A Story Told in Fragments Life isn't a neatly bound novel with chapters that flow in perfect order. It's a collection of moments-some vivid, some fleeting, some that never quite make sense until much later. This is not a traditional book. These are stories, thoughts, and reflections-each standing alone, yet somehow connected. Read them in any order. Let them sink in. And maybe, by the last page, the bigger picture will reveal itself.

Jeon Jungkook has always understood the language of control. Every decision has a purpose. Every person has a motive. Every weakness has a consequence. As the CEO of a powerful corporation, he is known as a man who built his success through intelligence, discipline, and an unshakable ability to remain unreadable. Until one unexpected visit to a quiet art gallery changes something he never thought could be changed. Kim Taehyung is unlike anyone Jungkook has ever encountered. A painter who sees meaning in unfinished things. A man who finds comfort in ordinary moments. Someone who exists in a world of colors, sunlight, and quiet kindness-a world completely opposite to Jungkook's own. What begins as curiosity slowly becomes a connection neither of them expected. But when two lives built on completely different foundations begin to intertwine, even the strongest walls can begin to fall. Because sometimes the person who changes your world... Is the one you never expected to find.

A collection of fragments about ordinary moments, fleeting thoughts, memories, strangers, loneliness, and the quiet things we often overlook. Some moments pass in seconds. Some stay with us much longer. "English version of In the Moment, originally written in Czech."

"But what if average is all I will ever be?"💔

A collection of free verse poems to read at your leisure. Subject matter and overall mood varies heavily based on my source of inspiration. I'll add new ones whenever I feel compelled to write them. I hope you find something that resonates with you.

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

Short poems to help me express my feelings. Maybe one day I'll see these and look back to see how far I've come.

The title says it all

Jeremiah Constantine Marquez trusts what can be measured. Deadlines can be met. Systems can be improved. Pressure can be distributed until even the heaviest load becomes manageable. Feelings are less reliable, especially when affection exists without the certainty to sustain it. Years after leaving Idaho, Jeremiah has built a life around competence. Engineering taught him how structures endure. Law school teaches him how institutions protect themselves. Somewhere between the two, he becomes the person everyone depends on: composed, useful, and almost impossible to interrupt. Then a professional opportunity disrupts the routine he has spent years perfecting. What begins as a manageable change in schedule gradually unsettles the assumptions holding the rest of his life together. Because Jeremiah knows how to survive uncertainty. He knows how to remain functional under pressure. What he does not know is what to do with care that asks him for neither performance nor proof.

Some thoughts arrive quietly. Others stay long after the moment has passed. This is a collection of reflections on life, people, and the ordinary moments that left an extraordinary mark.

What if the stars could help you understand the parts of yourself you never had words for? For years, I wondered who I really was beneath the expectations, the doubts, the different versions of myself, and the person everyone thought they knew. Then I discovered my birth chart. Not as a definition of who I am, but as a mirror-a language for the parts of myself I had always felt but never fully understood. Unfolding Into Me is a personal journey through my birth chart, my thoughts, my contradictions, my dreams, my fears, my experiences, and the quiet pieces of myself that exist beyond what people see. This isn't a story about becoming someone else. It's about slowly uncovering the person who was already there. One placement. One memory. One realization. One chapter at a time. A self-portrait written in the stars.

For a false sense of comfort.