I was raped. But I was also raised in a culture that made that possible and then tried to make me feel crazy for seeing it. And that’s the part of the story people don’t want to hear.

A life where no one knows where to go. A life full of joy and sadness. One where the whole world thirsts for something more. Every day is a new season. Every day is something new.

I’m Will, a college dropout trading a prescribed path for the honesty of a blank page. I write because it’s the only place my thoughts finally make sense, especially the ones about Anna. She’s a blur of blonde hair, horror movies, and baseball, a girl who glows when she talks about the things she loves, even if she doesn’t love me back. This is my attempt to turn that quiet, background ache into something structured and real. I don’t know where the story ends, but I’m finally writing the sentences myself.

based on true story casandra entered her new homeroom for 6th grade not knowing anyone later she find out she stuck with her enemy which is really just her crush part 2 of august coming out soon!!

How it looks in our shirts, no matter how loose or baggy. And apparently, no matter how flat or big, Because I was only a kid.

The most important lessons in life rarely come from what we see—they come from what we experience. I’ve been writing stories since I first learned the alphabet. Being born legally blind has shaped the way I experience the world—focusing less on what can be seen and more on what can be felt, understood, and learned from the people and moments around us. In this first post, I share the story behind Life Through My Lens and the journey that led me here.

Starting over with less than nothing is certainly a feeling I never thought I'd have to live with, certainly not at the hands of people who are meant to pick you up when you fall.

My childhood was spent in submission to a system that wanted me squished into the pieces of an identity. Continue Reading...

What would your last act be? What would u do or what would u say? So many questions in that moment...

This text is a declaration of self-acceptance, emphasizing that personal worth is defined by self-perception and faith rather than the judgments or labels of others. Having moved past the need for external validation, the author embraces their identity with peace, resilience, and unapologetic confidence, grounding their self-worth in their own growth and divine acceptance.

This is a small introduction and me talking a little bit about my life and what ive realize and and what I've started doing as realization of it

My journey and thoughts on Pronouns, Names, and of course our System. A challenge now faced by millions. Continue Reading...

For all the years I’ve played Minecraft, I’ve noticed the game doesn’t really have a story of its own. Mojang has kept it that way on purpose; they enjoy seeing the creative ways players interact with the world and the stories they craft for themselves.

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At some point in life, many of us imagine what motherhood will look like. For me, I never imagined doing it completely alone. But life doesn’t always go according to plan. Today I’m a single mom doing everything I can to provide for my child — juggling Uber Eats, DoorDash, and Spark deliveries just to keep our life moving forward. It’s not easy, it’s not glamorous, and some days it feels impossible. But when you’re a parent, you find a strength you never knew you had.

No one really prepares you for the moment you realize you’re going to raise your child alone. The fear, the uncertainty, and the strength it takes to keep going are things many single mothers quietly carry every day. This is what people don’t talk about when they talk about single motherhood.

Becoming a mother was never something I imagined I would face alone. But halfway through my pregnancy, reality set in — the support I thought would be there wasn’t coming. This is the story of how becoming a single mom changed my life and the strength I discovered along the way.

The Girl You Think You Know... They see the quiet woman in her 30s. They see the "mom," the survivor, the one who stays silent when the world judges her past. They think they know my story because they’ve seen my struggle. They have no idea. Behind these quiet eyes is a fire that’s been burning since I was a girl getting into "trouble" the world wasn't ready for. My life has been a storm of high stakes and deep longings—and now, I’m letting you in on the secrets I’ve kept locked away. I’m at my peak, and my fantasies are louder than the whispers of the people who don't understand me. When the world feels cold and the bed feels too empty, I escape into the heat. I write the tension, the touch, and the "happily-ever-afters" that real life tried to steal from me. I’ve lived through the dark. Now, come see how I play in the light.

Spending time with Atheists lol On Quora, I have a lot of back and forth with atheists. Here is one example. I received this email in my Gmail account, which said. Mary Gentle commented on your answer to: "Why do atheists insist that atheism is not an ideology?" She had said, “I think you’d have to expand on 'certain views of meaning' to get anywhere near an ideology. What you describe so far fits apatheism just as well.” Then I responded to Mary, "That is a fair pushback." Mere lack of belief by itself is not yet a full ideology. I agree that apatheism can also sit at that minimal level, where a person simply does not care much about the God question.

Borrowed Breath explores the overwhelming experience of longing for someone’s love and how that desire can slowly consume a person’s thoughts and identity. What begins as a quiet hope for connection gradually grows heavier, creating a suffocating feeling where every thought circles back to the same need: to be wanted. Through reflective imagery and emotional perspective, this piece invites readers to understand how deeply the human need for love and validation can affect someone, especially when that love feels distant or uncertain.