MinYoungWrites

Confusion is your third name. It has to be your third name. Confusion follows you everywhere. It sits on your shoulder like a tiny demon whispering,  “Do the opposite." You don’t just get confused, you spread confusion. Effortlessly. Like it’s your side hustle. Today, you're displaying affection and loving hard like Rhysand of the famous Court of Mist and Fury . But tomorrow, you're as distant as an earthworm is to anything containing salt. And you want to make a daring, romantically inviting eye contact with that girl? You want to drag her into your entire universe with those mischievous brown eyes? Please don’t. And if your heart and brain aren’t in agreement when you’re attempting this, just look away. Don’t stress yourself, don’t stress her. Why? Oh, because you are exactly the type of person we’re talking about. You are the exact guy her heart does not need. You’ll smile at her today and avoid her gaze tomorrow like you suffered overnight amnesia. Anyway… ...

Remember her pain, forget her name. A self-centered narcissist, that's who she was. She had no love, no respect, no hate whatsoever to give to anyone. To the world, she was too expressive. But to her, she couldn't even whisper the words the world desperately needed to hear. Every part she took, every tune she played, every words she spoke.... nothing brought her joy. On the night before her demise, she couldn't stop talking. She couldn't stop yelling out the hurtful words that burned her tongue. And to make it all stop — the hate, the pain, the falling — she slit her throat. Soaked in her blood, eyes wide open, her heart stopped beating. And her story ended. And the peace she so much sought for became hers. If she couldn't be understood, she could be dead. Gladly, she chose the latter. This is the story of the girl who didn't know when to stop. This is the story of the girl who life moved on without. This is story of the girl whose heart ...

I didn’t mean to let my guard down with you. But you didn't stop trying to get to know me. You kept trying to see beyond the wall I had up. And trust me, when I let you in... I did so you could leave. So you'd see beyond the facade and run. But you stayed. This mask, I've worn for so long that even I started to believe it was my real face. The calm voice. The jokes. The easy smile. But beneath all that, I’ve been tired. So tired. And you saw it. You knew it but you didn’t ask me to be strong or cheerful. You just stayed, even when my voice trembled and my eyes refused to lie. It’s strange, isn’t it? How someone can make the truth feel beautiful. You didn’t fix me. You didn’t try to. You just made me feel like I didn’t need fixing. So here I am. Mask off. Tear-streaked. Real. Unfiltered. And for once, I’m not scared you’ll leave. Until you left. Coward.

Beauty That Sends the   Heart to the Mouth Can you spare a minute to read the priceless words I would use to praise these beautiful beings that God has blessed the human eyes with? Hey brown skinned barbie, "You're pretty" is a phrase far too humble to describe how beauteous you are. You are gorgeous without even trying so hard. The world marvels at the radiating skin you have been crowned with✨. You shine in a way that cannot be ignored. You carry beauty that inspires. Beauty that uplifts. Never doubt the power of the skin you glow in. And if you do, take a look in the mirror and see for yourself that natural, unresistible glow that charms the world. In a nutshell, your radiance is the proof that grace comes in every shade.💗 Your beloved, Min Young.

Hey.  How are you? I know. Life can sometimes get so unbelievably hard to live in. Some days, every day feels like a struggle. And you're constantly left feeling empty. Disappointed, even. But honestly... it really is okay to feel that way. You don't always have to keep it together. You don't always have to smile through every ache or pretend everything makes sense. Trust me, everyone you meet is fighting something the world doesn't know about. You're not weak for feeling lost. You're not a loser for not being okay. You're just... human. So, don't let that voice in your head whisper things you don't deserve to hear. Being not okay is okay. Your feelings are valid. You're seen and valued. If this piece finds you, take a deep breath. Healing doesn't always look like sunrise. Sometimes, it's just getting out of bed or going to bed without crying. Actually, there's this line I love from the song that inspired this piece. It go...

My big mummy did say I should stay away from guys. In fact, she made it perfectly clear that one hug from them would get me pregnant. But she forgot to mention that they’d bring chaos and comfort all at once. She didn’t tell me that there’d be a day I’d be writing an appreciation post for them — for randomly showing up in my life and continuously being my safe space. I’ll mention some names… not all. You know, someone might actually count them and judge me for having so many male friends 😹. Just a girl being careful here. So, which names will make the list? Hehe. Keep reading! 👀✨ — There’s Mr Working-Class Man. Met him on the streets of Substack and I couldn’t be more grateful for the friend who sent his article link to me. He’s supportive and understanding. In short, he’s that daily dose of medicine every girl needs. Imagine being called a smart lass and a pretty face all in just one smooth conversation? Yeah, that day can’t go wrong, ml. 🥹 — I h...