Where the stories I read leave fingerprints on the ones I write.
⚠️ Spoilers Live Here
This corner of the library contains thoughts, reactions, heartbreak, screaming, and poetry inspired by the books I’m reading. Posts may contain major spoilers—including deaths, relationships, plot twists, endings, betrayals, reveals, and the moments that emotionally wrecked me.
Read ahead at your own risk. 📚🖤
Stories don’t always stay inside their covers.
Sometimes a line follows me around for hours. Sometimes a character breaks my heart badly enough that the only reasonable response is to write about it. Sometimes I need somewhere to scream about a death I knew was coming and somehow still wasn’t ready for.
Between the Pages is where all of that lives.
Here you’ll find poems born from fictional wounds, reading reactions, favorite moments, theories, character thoughts, reread heartbreak, and whatever else crawls out of a story and into my notebook.
Some pieces may make perfect sense without knowing the book that inspired them. Others will absolutely ruin something for you if you haven’t reached that part yet. I’ll do my best to make spoilers obvious when I can—but this entire space should be considered spoiler territory.
For the books that bruised me, healed me, haunted me, and made me close the cover just long enough to write.
- The Ones Who Leave to Save UsSome people leavebecause they are cowards. Some leavebecause staying would cost too much. And some— some tear themselvesout of your lifewith both hands bleeding,because they have convinced themselvestheir absenceis the only gift… Read more: The Ones Who Leave to Save Us
- The Dead Keep Finding MeI thought I had already mourned you. That was my mistake. I thought grief was a dooryou walked through once,bloodied your feet on the threshold,and somehow came outdifferent enoughto survive it. But… Read more: The Dead Keep Finding Me
- The Stag King RemembersMaybe worlds do not forget. Maybe they only bury things— beneath oceans,beneath stone,beneath fifteen thousand yearsof new namesfor old gods. Maybe an antler thronecan burn in one worldand rise again in another.… Read more: The Stag King Remembers
- Even From My KneesI know overwhelmed. I have worn it like another layer of skin. But even from my knees, I would have stayed.
- Third Time, Same WoundSome stories do not become safer with familiarity. They simply learn exactly where to cut.
You’ve been warned. Turn the page anyway. 🥀
Between Bruises & Blooms 