I'm So Confused That I Might Even Start Overthinking My Own Name

I'm either empty or completely in love with you.

Home is you—the place where I find myself, like a mirror to my soul and warmth to my heart. Home is all of you beside me.

You reach a point where nothing means anything...

Your mind stops questioning,

but your heart still aches.

You have no energy to rebuild, and maybe you don’t want to..

Because sometimes, pain is the only thing left,and your stubborn soul refuses to let it go.

You're just here, aching,

hoping that, eventually, everything will make sense on its own.

اريكا يونغ| الخوف من الموت

They said I have to stop the world if I want to stop the feeling.

And here I am, standing at its edge—

The whole world has come to a halt, yet I remain like a river, refusing to flow anywhere but to you.

Everything is fine there

Shen Yueh, translated by Kenneth Rexroth, from "Farewell to Fan Yun at an Ch'eng,"

Of all the things that remind me of love, cats are at the top of the list. Their eyes hold something different, something enchanting, like a silent understanding of the world around them. They love in their own way—warm, selfish, and a little bratty, like a child who thinks you belong to them. Sometimes, they act like your baby, sometimes like your boss. Every single one of them has a personality that makes me want to meet them all, build a whole cat family, and just exist among them.

Orange cats are pure chaos, but somehow the softest souls. White cats carry themselves like royalty, too elegant to bother with the rest of the world. Gray cats act all calm and collected, but they’re little troublemakers once you know them. Black cats hold a quiet kind of love, the kind that feels steady and safe. And tuxedo cats walk around like they own the place, like they just left a fancy dinner party and decided to grace us with their presence.

Every cat feels like a reflection of someone, a reminder of a certain kind of soul. And the best thing about them? When one chooses you, they’re yours forever. They love in a way that’s awkward yet endearing, poking at you when you’re sad, pulling away just to come right back. And the way they get jealous when you pet another cat? Nothing beats that.

There’s nothing quite like having a cat in your life, feeding them, talking to them, sharing a space where words aren’t needed. In a way, they remind me of my inner child—curious, stubborn, and full of love in ways that don’t always make sense. Maybe every cat carries a little piece of someone, a little piece of us. But all I know is, I love them, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.

We are, each of us, a little Universe.

- Neil deGrasse Tyson

داخل كل شخص مجرة من الأفكار والتجارب والذكريات، محيطات من المشاعر والرغبات، وأقمار تدور حول أحلامه.

That feeling—realizing you might not know someone as well as you thought—hurts in a deep way. It’s like losing something without even knowing what exactly is gone.

Date idea