Latenightthoughts Stories

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."

ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴩᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍy ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ

Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

Things hit different at night. Some random thoughts. Some questions. And overthinking- overloaded, always after midnight.

Just Venting Out - has surged due to a feeling of loneliness and sadness that has come suddenly in full force. The past three months have been so hard and Venting Out it is.

Can you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....

Chapter One: Glimmer of Hope (purple wounds) In her song Sweet Nothing, Taylor Swift said: "On the way home, I wrote a poem You say, 'What a mind', this happens all the time." This quote defines exactly what you'll find in this collection. Several poems that I wrote at different stages in my life (whether walking in a park or sitting on my bed, when everything felt wrong and grey or when in my chest it felt like the sun had come out), some are happy and some are sad, some will make you feel beautiful while others ugly. There's no real link between each poem, so you may read them in whatever order you want. Now, I let you enter into the garden of my mind...are you ready?

pm thoughts

Dreams/ ideas that cross my mind *if you want to use an idea, please contact me*

So my life is literally falling apart right now so I thought I'd document it for shits and giggles.

Despues de las relaciones toxicas y personas que no saben valorarnos esto es lo que pasa...

Some feelings stay quiet, not because they don't matter, but because saying them feels heavier than carrying them alone.

Here's just a collection of all my thoughts throughout the long days and the sleepless nights. Enjoy:) All Rights Reserved @calpalsbutt 2016

well this book is (basically a diary so yeah) its a book about the stuff I go through that I can't share with my everyday people

A short story chapter about learning to let go when time finally comes.

i'm not a poet, far from it i'm just a girl with lots of issues and writing is an escape from the chaos that seems to follow me everywhere. all this, is just some word vomit that you might relate to.

Just late night muses

I literally only made this because someone tagged me in something. But here are some tags, maybe late night thoughts, semi-blog thingy...? I don't know. I'll just see where this journey takes me.

this is where i put all of the things i write at 3 am when i can't sleep. And all the things i have no where else to put. There are shorter parts and longer parts that are more like poetry. So enjoy?? lol no i am a horrible writer, i know (trigger warning)