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All Too Well – Taylor Swift The Climb – Miley Cyrus I Can’t Make You Love Me – Bonnie Rait I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For – U2 If I were a Boy – Beyoncé Speaking of If I were a Boy, our Spanish III teacher made us all sing it in Spanish…

Not Ready to Make Nice – Dixie Chicks Fix You – Cold Play Yellow – also Cold Play Secrets – One Republic Breathe (2 AM) – Anna Nalick Because of You – Kelly Clarkson (this is a covid song lol) Vienna – Billy Joel

Shit mannnn This Britney Spears documentary got the song “Sometimes” sounding real different Sometimes I run Sometimes I hide Sometimes I‘m scared of you But all I really want is to hold you tight Lawdddddd

“If a tree falls in a forest, and no one hears it, does it actually make a sound?” And I always laugh Because who are we to say That the birds didn’t cry The caterpillars didn’t curse The flowers didn’t gossip And the dirt didn’t gasp? Oh human kind, always revolving the world around themselves…

未来 – mirai – future 미래 – mirae – future I wanted to embrace both my Korean and my Japanese side.. And thus mira-ie has been born! The thinking cashew days were good, but I’m starting to feel like I want to personalize my writing more now that more people are seeing it. So hello…

positive ease means that you have more room on your garment than your actual size. Comfort room, essentially. I’ma say that next time “Excuse me, I need some positive ease.” LMAO

I got stung by a bee for the first time in second grade. I was out in the fields with no shoes, frolicking around and practicing my gymnastics while looking for a four leaf clover at the same time. It started as a pinch, then a burning hot sensation as I fell to the ground…

I cut my own hair once. Slime got into it and I was terribly distressed. So I took a pair of scissors, thought well it will grow back, and cut it off with a grimace. I grieved my hair and buried it deep into the trash where I thought no one would find it. My…

There are looks that people give you that you just never forget. One look I remember is from my third grade classmate, Austin. I can’t remember his last name but he was this blonde hair, blue eyed boy who always wore basketball shorts and would rage at every game he played, whether it was football…

In elementary school, two of my friends and I spent a whole lunch recess staring at our shadows. “Don’t close your eyes! You can’t blink! 10…9…8…7…” My eyes were tearing up. What was the point of this? My tears would ruin the result anyway. Yet I persevered, widening my eyes even more to fight the…

The salty breeze and the friendly sun. It was a perfect day for fishing. Me, my uncle, and my little brother. I was determined to bring many fish back home so that we could keep them in our aquarium. I looked at the water below and could only see the small ones with black stripes.…

Everyone has had that thought, at one point in their life or another, that they have super powers. You can’t deny. I mean, I thought I had the power of controlling water at one point. I’d be in the shower, letting the water trickle down my arm and into my hand and past my fingers.…

There were tears streaming down his little face. His fists balled up, his lips a tight line, his face crumpling. “What happened?” “I-I-I don’t know. I think I bumped into something” “Show me” He turned his leg towards me and revealed a small scratch, bleeding micro beads of red. “I’m scared” “You’re so strong! It’s…

Can’t seem to get enough nostalgia these days

You have to be strong to be with me Because I love deeply

And you will live forever

“That’s all I have to say” These words are so powerful To know when you have said all that you wanted And feel like it is enough Whereas for me I overexplain I wring it out and soak it and wring it out again My past has taught me as such To want people to…

Wish I could say You didn’t hurt me too much But instead how I feel is that you hurt me Just enough

It’s 10:59 Way past my bed time You laugh at me And say goodnight And as I drift to sleep I think of what you said to me Wish I could change your view Of life, death, and you So darling hold my hand You can close your eyes I’m by your side You don’t…

my mom would say, stranger danger but now she tells me to believe them listen to what they say I’m tryna listen to what I say

Rest easy, darling Breathe deeply, and smile Knowing that sleep Is a gift from God To remind you that this is how life works best. For it is in your night That your body is healing Your mind and spirit at work To prepare for what comes When the sun rises again. So rest easy,…

When you say that you need me It echoes all of those in the past. The greedy fingers the black hole eyes Sinking into my flesh Eating me alive. The pushing and the shoving And the murdering of boundaries Just so that they can have me Because they claimed they needed me. The betrayal The…

I’m learning to master the art of being present. I’ve learned how to reflect, and God knows how much I can guess about the future. So I am working on embracing today’s beauty, soaking in that which is the now.

“Don’t mistaken being planted for being buried. You are being planted to grow, not buried to die.” I don’t know what the original source is but this gave me chills. Appreciation to whoever wrote this.

I am thanking my body for carrying my soul and my spirit today. Thank God for this body.

I often feel as though I am the sun Get too close, your skin will get scorched Too far you’ll freeze to death So let us be at this perfect distance And I can warm you in my light

When I’m at the start of release, I start by crying. A lot. Like two-three days. Then one day I get up and I’m like nope, we are not doing that shit today Mira, we did that yesterday. Today I’m inspired. My heart is raw. I’m moved. My heart is extending more to others because…

I feel safe by your side But not in your arms

What with the Excitement and the photos and the Nerves and the plans, The obstacles and even the Security that X-ray visions through your baggage Really picks out the toxins Really examines it you know And then you get sent on your way Only to do it all over again And want to do it…

I vividly remember holding a huge flat clam with the tongue trying to stick out. Held it at the very corner so I can avoid the tongue. There were a bunch of small little clams around me but for some reason I was holding this one. Carried it around until it suddenly broke and I…

I just realized that I stopped writing paragraphs to people. Like, it used to be a love language to express how much someone means to me. But now, if I type a lot, it’s gotta be at least broken up after each half a sentence, and even still I would rather voice message AT LEAST…

It feels safe and comfortable when people know how to keep a space with a purpose. Like, coworkers who know to only talk about work, at work. Or these girls in the book club chat knowing to only talk about books, nothing else, no “so how’s life” or “did you see how ____ got engaged”…

someone: so how are you? Julie: Me: (2 seconds later) *Julie and Mira have left the chat*

For a while I was scared to be alone, because then I would have to be with her. Like oh god, you tellin me I gotta be ALONE with THAT fucking tornado over THERE? Have MERCY. And I would do anything I could to not be with her, any distraction to not have to look…

The first time we met, I was in a dark place within me. On the outside, I shone bright kind of like a star and how it shines in the night time you know, that cliché saying where the star had actually exploded a long time ago and is probably now in a million pieces…

If you don’t think that I fought for our love till the very end, then you didn’t know me at all

You are reconnecting with the best version of yourself except you’re stronger and more confident now, and also your humor is more refined. Transformation looks good on you.

“So yes, sometimes making art is a horror story. But other times, you will fall head over heels in love. Either way, you’ll probably laugh.” -Emily Henry

“In reality, every reader, while he is reading, is the reader of his own self. The writer’s work is merely a kind of optical instrument, which he offers to the reader to permit him to discern what, without the book, he would perhaps never have seen in himself. The reader’s recognition in his own self…