Armyst🩶

There are women who enter history like fireworks. Loud. Immediate. Explosive.And then there are women like Ruth Bader Ginsburg who arrive like winter. Quiet at first.Then impossible to survive without noticing. Ruth was not the kind of woman the world expected to become powerful. She did not carry herself like thunder. She did not demand attention with noise or spectacle. She spoke softly,…

I was not there when the sky split open. I did not hear the wood crack beneath the weight of a bruised back.I did not smell iron in the air or dust rising from a road that had learned the language of suffering.But sometimes it feels like I was there.Sometimes it feels like the nails echo through my own bones. I imagine the crowd.The noise.The way people become loud when truth stands quiet in…

It has taken me years to speak about this story, this one story, has been in my drafts for years.Not because I forgot, but because life kept moving and I learned how to move with it. Healing does not erase memory. It just removes the weight from it. Still, some stories sit quietly in your chest, waiting for the day you can finally say them out loud without breaking. This is one of those…

There is a specific kind of heartbreak that no one prepares you for.Not the dramatic kind. Not the kind where doors slam and voices shake and tears stain someone’s shirt while you beg them to stay.No.This one is quiet.It lives in the spaces between “what if” and “maybe someday.”It is the heartbreak of something that never truly began, yet somehow feels like it ended.You meet someone online. It…

I didn’t plan to love you. That’s the first truth I need to confess, even to myself. You weren’t part of the blueprint. You didn’t arrive wrapped in certainty or tied with a ribbon. You showed up quietly, like a question I wasn’t ready to answer, like a sentence that didn’t end where I expected it to. And yet here I am, standing in the middle of my own life, realizing I am doing this life with…

My mind used to feel like a battlefield, a place where light and darkness danced without rhythm or reason. Some mornings, I’d wake up invincible; heart racing with ideas, words, and colours. I’d clean the entire house, design three concepts, make grand plans, and feel like the world was finally mine. Then, out of nowhere, the crash would come. The weight. The emptiness. The stillness was so loud…

What’s something most people don’t know about you? Most people don’t know that I’m a quiet storm of many talents — a creative who can wear a dozen hats and still make them all fit. I’m not just a graphic designer or a writer; I’m a storyteller in every form, whether it’s through colors, words, or emotion. My mind lives between logic and poetry, and I move through life collecting inspiration from…

Love stories always start the same: two people collide in passion, and the world feels soft and infinite. But relationships don’t end in firestorms alone; most die in slow suffocation, chipped away by unspoken truths. Beneath the laughter, shared meals, and Instagram-perfect posts, six silent wars lurk. These are the conflicts couples either avoid or romanticize until they explode. And make no…

Silence can feel like safety. It convinces you that keeping your struggles hidden will protect you from judgment, gossip, or shame. But silence is not safety. Silence is a locked box, and the longer you keep it closed, the heavier it becomes. Inside that box are the thoughts you never say out loud. The nights when you feel tired of everything. The mornings when getting out of bed feel like…

She bloomed in the hush between heartbeats, A whisper sent from the stars to my arms, Her cry, the hymn of galaxies reborn, And though the thorns of life press in, She is my dawn, wrapped in petal-soft calm. Some days I feel like winter—bare, unsure, Hands trembling like branches in stormlight, But her smile is the sun that breaks the frost, A firefly glowing in the hollows of my…

There once was a garden—a lush, sprawling space meant for harmony. The soil was fertile, the sun generous, and the seeds held promises of fruit and flower. In this garden, a vine was planted. Strong, hopeful, curling toward the light. It was planted with intention, with dreams of climbing high into the sunlit canopy, of bearing fruit sweet and abundant. But vines do not grow alone. There was a…