TSIAN

Made for art. Trained in science.

Where thoughts get blurry: the people, moments, and timelines that stick to me — the things I love, hate, miss, fear, or can’t stop replaying at 2 AM 🌙🖤⏳

Below: the full collection of thoughts I didn’t delete (yet) 👇

When Love Turned Into Wings

I didn’t write this when it happened. I told myself I would, but every time I tried, my chest tightened like the story was physically trapped inside me. Some grief doesn’t arrive as tears—it arrives as avoidance. It arrives as “maybe later,” until later becomes months, and you realize you’ve…

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