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The world doesn’t stop. I just step out of it sometimes

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She still saves me a seat. I just don’t sit there anymore.

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This is where she used to sit when things felt too loud. The water always knew how to hold her.

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Getting things done

Hi all, just going through a few things today, and realized I procrastinate quite a bit, i try to resist, but sometimes I just can't help myself. I found this which I thought had some useful tips. So hope it helps you too -- bye!

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Sunday scenes

Laundry on the floor. Lemon in hot water. Hair in a bun I haven’t fixed all day. But the quiet feels like progress. Some Sundays are for stillness, not performance.

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This body knows

The workout wasn’t perfect. I paused halfway. But my body knew I showed up. And some days, that counts more than finishing.

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things in the middle of the rush

i had to be up early for work — the kind of morning where you’re already tired while brushing your teeth. i packed my lunch while the kettle boiled, burned the toast a little, and left the dishes in the sink because i knew i wouldn’t have time.

but walking to the station, the sky had this soft pink edge to it. someone’s radio was playing a song i hadn’t heard in years.

and suddenly, it wasn’t a bad day. just… a full one.

sometimes the beautiful things don’t wait for you to be ready. they just show up anyway. quietly. in between.

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something beautiful before the dark

the kind of sky that makes you feel like something is about to begin, even if the day is ending. i’d sit here a while. just to feel the wind remember me. 

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Rebuilding from small things

I started drinking water first thing in the morning again. It sounds dumb, but it’s been helping. Not for hydration, but for remembering I’m allowed to begin again — even quietly. No announcements. Just discipline in disguise. #softreset #tixymix #lifeinprogress

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The world doesn’t stop. I just step out of it sometimes.

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dream, 4:22

I woke up too slowly last night. It was like the kind of waking where you’re still inside it for a few minutes — the dream, the feeling, the weight.

I didn’t remember all of my dream, just pieces here and there. A hallway. The sound of something humming softly. The shape of someone waiting at the far end.

I knew them, I think. Not by name. Not by face. Just… this feeling. That kind of ache where the body remembers someone you haven't seen in years, or maybe never.

I didn’t move toward them. They didn’t call out. We both just stood there like time was stuck, I wanted to call to them, but couldnt.

I didn’t want to wake up, but I also didn’t want to go deeper. It felt like being in a memory I couldn’t trust completely.

All through the day the dream followed me. Like dust on the edges of things. In the spoon I stirred my tea with. In the way the door creaked closed behind me. In the shape of light on the floor at 4:22.

I keep thinking about that hallway. About how many doors I passed. About the one that was closed and the one that never existed but still felt like mine.

And now it’s approaching night again, and I’m scared to sleep, worried about where my thoughts will take me. Not because I’m afraid of the dream — but because I don’t want it to change. I want to see them again. Its as if I wish this dream to continue. I want to feel the silence between us, the one that almost felt like forgiveness.

I think I used to love them. Or maybe I just loved the version of myself who thought someone would wait.

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If it was really love, why do I feel like I’m haunting my own life?

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You’ll never read this. That’s why I can say everything.

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Just saying hi

Hi, i’m miso.

i don’t really like loud entrances, so this is more of a gentle hello.

i collect soft things — like mornings, tea steam, and the glow of a lamp just before bed. sometimes i write little thoughts down, or take pictures of things that feel nice.

this space is for that.

you’re welcome to stay a while.