Fleeting

Cherry blossoms symbolize renewal and new beginnings, while also serving as a reminder of life’s impermanence. Their brief, fleeting bloom encourages us to cherish each moment, as their beauty and presence are temporary.

A Reminder

When No One Says His Name

I started reading about how people who are grieving often feel hurt when others don’t mention their loved ones or say their names. It kept coming up again and again, and I didn’t think much of it at first. But now I’m starting to understand it in a way that feels a lot more real. How can we all be together and not one person acknowledge the pain I’m in or what happened to me? How can something so huge just go unspoken? I feel it sitting right there in the room, even if no one else says it out loud. Sometimes it makes me want to scream, just to break through whatever this silence is. 

Halo

Do You Feel Love?

The mission of the day was to see if Prudential was going to piss me off or not, considering the Nine Inch Nails incident. We arrived 15 minutes before doors opened at 6 pm and got through in 5 minutes, even though I was patted down by security. *Rolls eyes.* I know I’m a fiery short bitch, but all I had was jewelry on, no weapons. So Prudential is still on my shit list, but they have a chance at redemption. I really hope I never have to go back there, though.

You Get Me Closer to God

What’s more romantic than seeing Nine Inch Nails on Valentine’s Day? This was another 2026 concert I questioned on whether I should spend my money on, and if I was making the best life decisions, as I had just seen NIN five months ago, but it was Valentine’s Day, and I don’t know if I’ll have another opportunity to see one of my favorite bands of all time. Ironically, Trent Reznor even said at a recent show that he doesn’t know if they’ll ever tour again. Hearing that only reinforced my reckless decision to be there.

Galentines!

I’m glad Valentine’s Day has become more than just a holiday for lovers. Not that it wasn’t before. My mom used to give my siblings and me Russell Stover’s chocolates every year, and we’d hand out those tiny Valentine’s cards to everyone in elementary school. I still love those little traditions today, even though I’m not a kid anymore. But lately, the holiday feels different.