I’ve stepped into the hazy glow of a 90s autumn, where the shorter days lead to longer nights. The comforting darkness feels like a catalyst for change, blending nostalgia with transformation. As the season unfolds, I embrace both bittersweet endings & exciting new beginnings.
I listen to the smooth voice of Aaliyah’s One In A Million album under dim lights while the weight of the world slips away just for a second.
—In my 90s R&b feels because I’m a lover girl always in love🤎
Stephen King pulls my mind into his dark essence of writing. His books remind me of the thrill of not knowing—of being on the edge of something extraordinary & terrifying. It’s a mirror to my own need to morph into something greater; even when I’m afraid.
I curl up in front of a Courage the Cowardly Dog marathon, as the eerie theme song plays. Courage’s strange bravery feels like a reflection of my own—navigating the void while finding strength in the shadows.
November is my bridge between the past & the future. Sometimes, you have to look back in time to remember who you truly are. Then, return to the present & move forward with purpose. Just as the turn of the millennium signaled a shift, this moment in my life feels like a quiet revolution—an opportunity to reinvent myself; making peace with what was & stepping into what’s next.
