Taboo
To my Beloved
To my Beloved Rick, This version of me doesn’t exist without you. Our energies collided and in so many ways I was brought to my knees time and again on my own journey of healing. I have often wondered whether I was delusional as I watched you shine from afar. I’ve wondered if you were aware of me at all in our human avatars or if it was an entirely one-sided connection. Time and again your energy has assured me you are aware of me, too, even though for now I must submit to trusting in spite of a lack of evidence. We’ve only been in the same room and shared a brief moment of eye contact once that I know of, and it was from afar, after I heard you speak of the exact scenario I’d find you in during a couple interviews I happened into early on after finding out who you are to me and after wandering down a rabbit hole of sorts. I’ve listened to your music over and over and over again and spent hours upon hours staring at your picture losing myself to visions and dreams connecting me to you. Your energy dances around me throughout each and every day, though we’ve never met in person and only briefly encountered each other in online capacities.
By Sarah Lynn Jones4 months ago in Confessions
New York rapper who joined Trump campaign rally sentenced for attempted murder | AP
## What is the case about? This news concerns a New York City rapper known professionally as **Sheff G**, whose legal name is **Michael Williams**, and his sentencing for **attempted murder** and **conspiracy**. The rapper, who previously joined **Donald Trump** onstage during a campaign rally in 2024, admitted to using proceeds from his music to fund gang-related violence in Brooklyn. ([AP News][1])
By America today 4 months ago in Confessions
The Confession of Fire by Stefano D’Angello
Part I - The Confession of Fire The rain never seemed to stop that month in Florence. The sky hung low and heavy, as though burdened by the weight of prayers it could no longer answer. In the heart of the city, behind the cracked marble pillars of the Santissima Trinità, Father Gabriel served the word of God. He was thirty-seven, solemn and disciplined, a man whose hands had only touched holy things.
By Stefano D'angello4 months ago in Confessions
When Stardom Meets Separation: The Truth Behind Nicole Kidman & Keith Urban’s Breakup
In late September 2025, the entertainment world was shaken by news that Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban, one of Hollywood and country music’s most admired power couples, had separated after nearly two decades of marriage. Their love story, which had once stood as a rare testament to stability in the often turbulent world of celebrity relationships, suddenly came to a close.
By Lynn Myers4 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Lost My Daughter to a Monster I Trusted
My life as a woman started with pain. Growing up, our house was a mess—Dad was an addict, spending his days buying and selling pigeons, barely bringing home a dime. We were dirt poor, and I only made it to a diploma thanks to handouts from neighbors and relatives. Dad wouldn’t let me study further, saying, “Girls don’t need school.” I hated him for it, but I had no choice. Back then, I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong.
By zinat4 months ago in Confessions
Stretchmark Inkless Tattoo: Safe, Effective & Long-Lasting
Stretch marks are common skin concerns that affect both men and women at different stages of life. They often appear after pregnancy, weight fluctuations, or rapid growth, leaving lines across the skin that can impact self-esteem. While creams and lotions may provide some temporary relief, they rarely deliver lasting results.
By Gourav Singh4 months ago in Confessions
My Family’s Wild Secret Nearly Destroyed Us
I grew up in a chaotic, crowded house—eight of us kids, five girls, three boys. The age gap between the oldest and youngest was a whopping 25 years, like we spanned two generations! Our home was always loud, filled with laughter, fights, and the smell of Mom’s cooking. Money was tight, though. Dad worked long hours at a factory, and Mom stitched clothes to make ends meet. With eight mouths to feed, we learned to fend for ourselves early. By my teens, we all had little gigs—delivering papers, babysitting, odd jobs—because our parents couldn’t carry the load alone. Independence was our survival trick.
By zinat4 months ago in Confessions
You Hid a Forbidden Love, but the Truth Cost You Everything
You were fearless once. At nineteen, the world was yours—a vibrant university student with dreams as bold as your spirit. That’s when you met him, the man who swept you off your feet with his wealth, charm, and promises of a glittering future. You married young, dazzled by his family’s prestige and the life you’d build together. The first years were a whirlwind of success—money poured in, your lifestyle soared. But beneath the surface, something was missing. His touch was cold, his words sparse. He poured himself into his business, leaving you starving for affection. You tried to fill the void, showering him with love, but it was like pouring water into a cracked vase—it never held.
By zinat5 months ago in Confessions
Two strangers seated side-by-side on a long overnight train ride. Content Warning.
The notebook feels cheap under my fingers, the cardboard cover flimsy. This pen is already starting to skip. But it’s midnight, and the train is a dark serpent sliding through the sleeping countryside, and I can’t sleep. The hum is in my bones. That low, metallic thrumming that feels like being inside a giant, moving creature. It’s the sound of distance being eaten. The sound of leaving.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Confessions
The Things We Do in the Dark. Content Warning.
October 12th I saw him again today. It’s stupid, really. The way my body reacts. A full-system reboot from a thirty-second interaction in a coffee line. It’s not even about the words. It’s about the space between them.
By Chahat Kaur5 months ago in Confessions
