twinks in bloom

A gentle space for loud feelings.


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  • I’m Tired of Being Strong

    “You are strong, you will get through this.” “It’s not a big deal.” “You have to be our strength, not the other way around.” “This is all because you are lazy and overweight.” These are things I’ve heard from the people closest to me. But today, I don’t want to be strong. I want to be honest. I’ve always been this way, ever since I…

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  • The Pre-Vacay Panic (and Why I Secretly Love It)

    Mentally already on vacation, physically still in chaos It’s only been seven months since we last met. Just seven. But why does it feel like a lifetime away? I miss my idiot friends so much. Life’s been on full speed—deadlines, work emails, calls at odd hours, pretending to be adults who have everything under control. We were all so caught up in our professional lives,…

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  • My Everyday Makeup Look for that Soft Girl Vibes

    Soft Girl Meets Professor Life Being a working professional, juggling life as a university professor and working at an academic incubator, my days are usually filled with responsibilities and constant deadlines. But even in all the seriousness, I never forget to bring my inner soft girl to life. You’ll find me in dainty bows, cute coordinated outfits, painted nails, and accessories that match my mood.…

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  • The Art of Romanticizing Your Life

    All of us watch or read some or the other kind of story—be it movies, novels, series, or just the tales our creative, daydreaming mind spins. We’re always drawn to the main protagonist. Their life feels poetic, cinematic, like everything happens for them. But sometimes, we forget… we are the main characters of our own lives. Don’t we all romanticize life in our own way?…

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  • Poem: Corporate Smile

    I looked in the mirror and tried to smile — found an echo of someone I used to be. Who is this person wearing my face? The reflection no longer looked alive. I was staring, but not seeing — Only the ghost of dreams once burning bright. And in that silence, I understood What it meant to trade soul for the known I wear my…

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  • What I learnt in my 25 years

    Oh life, when did I grow up? From being that quirky, creative girl who used to host puppet shows, sell her paintings and drawings to relatives—no, force them to buy them. Making weird little experiments in the kitchen, always wide-eyed, always fascinated by the world. That girl—so full of wonder—is now struggling to tap into the creative magic she once had. Silenced by how the…

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