Writings of Red

—dedicated to everyone who wonders if I’m writing about them.

I am.

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to love ruthlessly and without hesitation and to be loved with the same conviction. x —Red
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To my muse

—they said that a writer writes for one specific person to readWell, I cannot argue with that.. ________________ You are the every word I wrote to my unfinished draftsThe untitled poetriesThe anonymous muse to my masterpieceThe answer to the question of “who’s my inspiration”The most beautiful piece I have ever createdand very proud ofAnd before…
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Soft Reminder:

Love yourself a little more each day 🙂 x Love, Red.
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[click the main post to read] Do You Want to Hear a Childhood Story?

I feel like autonomy has been flowing in my blood since I was a kid. When I was 5 years old and in kindergarten, I always ran away from my grandma every time she attempted to walk me to school—not because I despise school nor my grandma—but because I just don’t feel the need to.…
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Parallel lines

You can name all the lines in geometry all you want. Ray. Segment. Intersecting. We are neither oblique nor perpendicular—but parallel lines—that will never intersect. And will always be. —Red
Gentle reminder: do what u love

it doesn’t matter how small or grand it is. if it ignites something within you, others’ perception doesn’t matter. You weren’t here to please them to the extent of becoming someone you are not. If something makes you crazily happy even if it seems like the simplest thing, let it consume you. Let it save…
fire in u

A passion is having to do something over and over and yet, it still creates an avalanche within your chest. it feels the first time every single time. And even when a disaster happened and it caused you to forget the beauty of your passion—the way it makes you feel alive and on fire—it will…
to love u in secrecy

—they said that a writer writes for one specific person to readWell, I cannot argue with that.. ________________ You are the every word I wrote to my unfinished draftsThe untitled poetriesThe anonymous muse to my masterpieceThe answer to the question of “who’s my inspiration”The most beautiful piece I have ever createdand very proud ofAnd before…
scent of solitude

If I will be given a chance to have two lives I will marry you in just oneAnd the other? Perhaps get lost in a journey of never-ending self-discoveries. Travel the world. Do everything I have written on my bucket list when I was 12 years old. Make random videos to capture all of the…
I am afraid

I am afraid of touching another person’s brokennessI am afraid that i will make them worseI am afraid that I will not meet their needsI am afraid to make them feel safe and then leave; I don’t trust myself on keeping peopleI am afraid they might drift awayI am afraid of getting along with another…
there are a lot of confusing, shallow, and uncertain things in this world already. But love should never be one of them. It should never be one of them. x —Red
two lifetimes

I don’t know which life I am living as I write these things. And it may sound odd after reading everything I wrote here but if this life is my first and last.. Darling, i hope we intertwine. We must intertwine. x —Red
solitude itself

Perhaps I don’t have to be torn between you and solitude—because to be with a human who sees my soul to every word I spoke, who can read my silence, to be with a human where I can be my most authentic self, where I can feel the most alive, and to have a sense…
sourire :)

Oh, you don’t have any idea how you were able to move my heart every time I gaze at your beauty and you make those crescent moon-shaped eyes when you smile—as if I could write a whole book about it with ease.How your smile brightens every darknessthat dares to exist in my world.How your eyes…
random thoughts: covert fear

I have a covert fear of public speaking. My stomach upsets every time that I need to speak in front. I feel nauseous and I can’t eat. i felt like cold water had been poured on me, and so, I’m shaking too. And I must say, this is one of the reasons for the creation…
untitled poetry

my greatest regret?perhaps it is the moment whenwe are all alonelooking at each other’s eyesand yet I didn’t take the shotto tell you how I feel towards you. and my greatest defeat?it is definitely the timethat i realized I’m too latebecause you are already takenby someone else. —Red photo link: https://pin.it/6PBmHsY
About Ms. Red

About Me Written: May 10, 2022 Hi! I’m Red. I am a mental health advocate, a writer, and a psychology major student. I am a Turbulent INFJ. I describe myself as a perfectionist, affectionate, sensitive, reserved, and independent woman. My dream is to become a doctor. I love dancing, writing, making sketches, painting random stuff,…
You look at me too much to say, you don’t have any feelings for me.

Someone asked you if you are ready to settle down, it felt like someone slapped me which made my face spin 360° when I heard from your very own lips the word soon…do you want to hear a naked truth?it crushed me. it hurts me.They say, when something is for you, you don’t have to…
enemies to lovers

—dedicated to someone who has been fighting with themselves. ——————————— For so many years, i hated her. I used to think her existence was a disgrace to this world, like some sort of a curse. I tried to destroy her. I tried to destroy her with all the remaining strength that I have.“Why can’t she…
the moon reminds me of u

You know what?You have a lot in commonwith the moon.And by that,I meanits beauty,the way it brightens my life,even its scars—which I want to learn about.But just like the moon and I,we are far apart. —Red photo link: https://pin.it/24kVrW4
Young & Free

—my own definition of being young and free
you are underrated

Everyone’s story is different, yet all are significant. I believe that every one of us has a story to tell which holds the power to influence, inspire, build, and make a difference in other people’s lives. Your experience matters. You matter. —Red
unmerited love

—to the One who saved me with a torch in the dark. —————————— I was in danger and complete darknessbut You offered me a hand regardlessand You embraced all my weakness I was in agonywhen Your voice made a melodyin my ears formed a harmony You are the peaceto my broken piecesYou put me at…
When something is making your heart beating

by just the fact that you are able to write tons of words about himis an indication that he really made you feel something. x📍
It’s me, I’m the problem

Why can’t people understand that I don’t have 24/7 energy to socializeI have a social battery that needs to fillplease if you saw me go silent,don’t jump into your own conclusion quite suddenlymost probably, I’m just thinkingbasically, it doesn’t have anything to do with you. x📍
W is for Woman and Worth

You are not just a female; you are a woman of worth and dignity. x📍 photo link: https://pin.it/4fvXGs9
AT LAST: You can stop swimming now. We finally reached the shore.

I don’t have classes every Friday, so I decided to continue reading the book I haven’t finished reading. (It Ends With Us). Who would have thought that I would sob until 2am? Shame on me. While reading, I remembered a lot of childhood scenarios. I can relate to the protagonist of this novel— Lily. No,…
in a snap, he left

—to all those people who left in silence All of a sudden, you drifted awaywithout any warningwithout giving reasonyou leftleaving me drowning in a pool of questionswhere did I go wrong?it makes me feel so dumbthat if I ever did something you don’t likewhy not tell me?to explainto clear things upto know my sideI am…
To Someone Who’s Afraid of Owning Her Uniqueness

Some of us really lacked a sense of self. I know someone who has always imitated everybody who revolves around their world, literally everyone that they get close to. I mean, that’s a natural phenomenon; we influence and get influenced by the people around us. But don’t we have to filter everything that we see…
CONFESSION: Welcome Home

I’m preparing the camera stand at the corner of the room as you crossed my mind again for the hundred times this day. It’s been 2 weeks since I’ve seen you. I’m wondering what you will do at this very moment. But i can’t ask you about it. I can’t talk to you. Loving someone…
INNER CHILD: a witness of parents’ WAR

I went to a gathering with my friends last week, we’ve talked about life, our experiences and such. Well, we always do that once a week. But that day wasn’t like the previous weeks. Because in the middle of our discussion, all of a sudden we heard a loud voice of a man cursing and…
Your presence is like a water

—a poem written while submerged in water. For me, You are like a water Your presence gives me peaceA calmness in my soulThat every time it runs through my skinIt reminds me that I’m aliveWhen I’m having a bad dayI will just soak myself in cold waterIt wouldn’t mind how long I stay submerged in…
H I M

I just find it really beautiful that whenever I’m around him, I feel like I can genuinely express myself. Though we haven’t had a conversation one-on-one, he was able to make me feel valid. Even in a group setting, he really makes me feel heard and seen. I feel like there’s at least one who…
To Hirotaka,

I’m grateful that the Lord let our paths cross even for just a short period of time, and I have no regrets about any of those things I’ve shared with you and we’ve shared with each other. I believe that everything happens for a reason and special purpose. Because of you, I learned and realized…
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to love ruthlessly and without hesitation and to be loved with the same conviction. x —Red