Stream-of-consciousness storie

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

I rant to the void here in a more controlled space I talk anime Manga Comics Yuri Character analysis Takes that piss me off Ethics Shipping culture Maybe hoyo And mainly yuri Don't say I didn't warn you, you didn't read the description

Nikola Martinez, the 'sexy baby' of the mean girl clique is faced with her worst fear; consequences... The first edition of "The Worst People You Know" series.

A real-time, documentation of thoughts on the universe, humanity, and the meaning of it all. Unfiltered. Unabridged. A Notes app saga.

what

A journey through narcissistic abuse based on the major arcana.

A really shitty poetry book that I am writing solely for myself. I can't write but I enjoy it so read at your own risk.

These are pieces directly from my head. They're little excerpts of what I'm thinking about

A fictional series of OffGun inspired one-shots and ficlets featuring thoughts and internal monologues about love, lust, friendship, and trust. Each chapter is a short story. Includes the following alternate universes: ★ Mobster AU ★ Cafe AU ★ Merman AU ★ Artist AU ★ Not Me Bar AU ☢ Warning: tense shifts ☢

addendums on the versions of me I've left on the other side

Welcome to the mess that is my head. It's either full of ideas, rants, and overly dramatic bullshit that I can't share with people that know me in real life. Or poems, dreams, and wishes that I'll never accomplish. This is a collection of poetry, midnight thoughts and rant's about my dull daily life. I guess you could say this is a blog, just so much more personal. It'll be a pleasure meeting you, stranger.

Poems to myself. Poems to the moon. Poems about anything that I want.

These are the thoughts and struggles of a pre-medicine student going through an existential crisis. There is no place for creativity in medicine, and it suffocates me. I write in verse instead of prose, it's very stream-of-consciousness. It's not really meant to be a poem (or I would have made it more technical), but my mind flows in a poetic manner. I don't expect anyone to ever read this. It's more for my own state of mind than for entertainment.

Like flowers, we all bloom. This is just a poetic word stream

A mixture and collection of poems, verses and prose that goes against the typical normative literature

A poetry collection merging life and the afterlife.

As Hakita is remastering ACT III and adding UK:MD difficulty, adding Encore levels, but max0r playing RDR2 and Gacha games, I wanted to continue with this idiotic story. Not because I am coping and seething but because I'm too much invested in it. This is like those fan-comic artists doing small side-stories that are both canon or not. I'll be adding random ass bullshit which is STILL canon to the UltraHearts lore, and ACTUALLY be trying to explain how the world works in UltraHearts.

some poetry shit

just a collection of poems 😊 I hope you enjoy