Some people journal. Some people scream into pillows.

I write.

Hi, I'm Mauve - a writer who never planned to be one. I didn't sit down one day and decide to write stories or poetry. It happened the way most honest things do - quietly, desperately, and out of nowhere. There were feelings I couldn't say out loud, emotions too heavy for conversation and too real to ignore. So I gave them words. And somewhere in that process, writing became the one place I didn't have to translate myself for anyone.

My works don't follow a single genre or a neat little category. You'll find love here - the kind that heals and the kind that doesn't. You'll find pain dressed up in metaphor, hope hiding in the corner of dark poems, and quotes that feel like someone reached into your chest and named what was living there. I write what I feel, and I feel a lot.

What you'll find on this account:
✦ Poetry - raw, aching, and honest
✦ Stories - emotional, unpredictable, deeply human
✦ Quotes - the kind you screenshot at 2 a.m.

I don't write to impress. I write because some emotions deserve to exist outside of me - and maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll find a home in you too.

If you've ever felt something you couldn't name - you're in the right place.


📍 Find me everywhere as - @taleofmauve