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When the Sky Turned Red: The Science Behind Blood Rain
There are moments in history when nature has seemed to step straight out of myth. Imagine standing beneath dark clouds as rain begins to fall—not clear, not gray, but red. Puddles form like diluted crimson ink. Roofs, streets, and clothing stain pinkish-scarlet. To ancient witnesses, this was not weather. It was a warning.
By Aiman Shahida day ago in Confessions
Loved or unloved?. Content Warning.
After 6 years, I am single again. I don’t hate the person who loved me. I don’t hold any grudges or anything against the person who gave their all. They decided to leave, and that was their choice. But in reality, it does hurt. It hurts to the point it’s hard for me to breathe. Having chest pain throughout the night and not sleeping. I thought we were going to be together another year, but after 4 days in, they decided to break things off with me. The date was January 4.
By Liliana Morenoa day ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 預金
I just thought of something but then quickly forgot it as my phone was blowing up with messages. I don't even have any more slots on my Todo list to count any sort of interaction yet. I need to finish the human tasks first before I can flip the page, and quite frankly I am grateful for that.
By Kayla McIntosha day ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 郵便番号
I am helping this woman Nancy with Japanese, which is interesting, I mean obviously she is having a hard time converting to Japanese, which is fine, it isn't for everyone. I love Japanese but, I refuse to like, limit myself to that, you know? I mean, I have studied it for like 20+ years, never been to Japan or anything so, I feel I haven't been adequately compensated.
By Kayla McIntosha day ago in Confessions
When Being Busy Becomes a Way to Avoid Yourself
Busyness is often praised as a virtue. We wear it like a badge of honor. When someone asks how we’re doing, we answer, “Busy,” as if it explains everything—and excuses us from saying more. In a world that rewards productivity and movement, being busy feels safe. It feels responsible. It feels like proof that we matter.
By Aiman Shahid2 days ago in Confessions
