Humanity

Word of the Day: 漂う
Someone commented on my posts recently and reminded me that writing was a thing. I do enjoy it, it sort of revs me up to do homework or research something. I am having sort of a difficult day today though.
By Kayla McIntosh2 months ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 A
When i am thinking back, is difficult to imagine all that—no fear for exams, most of them not. All that being something normal the exam. All that confidence and light heart without the negative stressed care...hm...how i was even possible to be like that?
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.2 months ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.2 months ago in Confessions
I Confess
I confess that I have spent more time pretending than living. I confess that I have smiled when I wanted to scream, nodded when I wanted to refuse, and stayed silent when my heart begged me to speak. Confession is not just about admitting guilt; it is about admitting the small betrayals we commit against ourselves every day. And I am guilty, in the quietest, most persistent way, of betraying myself.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Confessions
The world is short-staffed
Depending on where you live, it might be hard for you to tell but the world is short-staffed. You may be in a buzzing city, crowded all the time so it would be difficult for you to believe this but overall, the world is short staffed and it doesn’t matter what industry you are talking about. In this article, I am going to cover the hardest hit industries, but before that, let’s try to understand the “why” first.
By real Jema2 months ago in Confessions
Inherited Shadows- Part 1. Content Warning.
Content Warning: This story contains themes of child abuse, neglect, and references to adult content and misogyny. Alcohol Addiction is the primary focus of this series. Reader discretion is advised.
By Natalie2 months ago in Confessions
I Chose Peace
I used to believe peace was something you reached after everything else was settled—after the apologies, after the explanations, after the world finally understood you. I thought it was a reward at the end of endurance. I was wrong.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane2 months ago in Confessions
Letter I — Love as an Enchanted Homeland. Top Story - January 2026.
Letter I – From Layth to Aida The Void, beyond the 22nd century To the velvet-hearted, Aida, I offer you an empty poem, perhaps it might ease
By LUCCIAN LAYTH3 months ago in Confessions
I’m Tired of Being the Strong One
I don’t remember when it started. I don’t remember the exact moment I became “the strong one.” The reliable one. The calm one in chaos.
By HazelnutLattea3 months ago in Confessions
I Stole Something I Regret
I never thought I would be the kind of person who stole. Not in a big, dramatic way, like the movies show, but small—the kind of theft that whispers its way into your conscience quietly, almost unnoticed. But last year, I did. And the memory of it gnaws at me every time I remember.
By Luna Vani3 months ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet3 months ago in Confessions