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People I Didn’t Know I Needed

Hi cuties! I’m back with another blog post, and this one is purely an appreciation post for my friends. I honestly don’t know where to start, but I’ve never really had great friendships during my school years. So I didn’t truly understand what a good friendship felt like until 11th grade. After that, I found some of the best people I now get to call my friends, and I feel incredibly lucky to have them in my life. I have this one friend , and we actually hated each other in school. But after we left school, we realised we were in the same boat and could have easily been best friends back then. Better late than never, I guess, because now she is my best friend. I’ve known her for almost 10 years, so she’s not just a friend, she’s family. And I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve lost my guest privilege at her house, and she’s lost hers in my life. With her, I say the most cancellable things. She judges me, but then says something even more cancellable, and we both laugh like idiots. Tha...

Life Is Art — And You’re the Artist

Hey cuties,  

I am back with another blog. Do you ever wonder how artistic your life is? Not in a paint-a-masterpiece way, but in the everyday, subtle, ordinary yet extraordinary kind of way?  

Art is not necessarily hung on walls or painted in sketchbooks; it is found everywhere—in the woven fabrics of our daily lives, the way we pick our outfits, the way we hum songs while walking down the street, and how you write out your to-do list (yes, even that one with “laundry” at the top and “sleep” at the bottom)—that’s all art.  

The way you love someone, with all the quirks and the little things you do to make them smile—that's art. The way you have set up your room, how you pick that one corner with the best light for reading your favorite books or taking pictures, and the dishes that you cook (even if it's just Maggie at 2 a.m)—all tiny brushstrokes of your life’s canvas.  

Your personality, your laugh, your dreams that seem impossible some days and so real on others—that’s where art lives too. It’s not about perfection. It’s about expression. And whether it’s in the way you write a note, decorate your home, or even in the chaos of your grocery list (chocolate first, always), it all tells your story.  

So maybe you’re not just living life. Maybe you’re crafting it, piece by piece, color by color. Life is art. And you? You’re the artist—messy, unique, vibrant, and one of a kind.


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