Marcyverse started as a place for the things I didn’t always know how to say out loud. The thoughts that linger after a conversation ends, the feelings I overanalyse on quiet nights, the people I loved, the people I lost, and all the tiny moments that somehow stay with me longer than they probably should.

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I’ve always been someone who feels things deeply. For a long time, I thought that was something I needed to tone down, something to keep to myself so I wouldn’t seem too sensitive, too sentimental, or too affected by things other people seemed able to move past easily. Eventually, I realised I would rather make something out of it than keep pretending I feel less than I do.

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So this is where some of it goes.

I write about love, heartbreak, womanhood, growing older, starting over, human decency, loneliness, hope, and all the strange little emotions that live somewhere in between. Some pieces come from things that have happened to me, while others begin with a passing thought, a conversation, a memory, or something I notice and cannot stop thinking about. I don’t write because I have everything figured out. Most of the time, I’m writing because I’m still figuring it out too.

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Marcyverse exists somewhere alongside the rest of my very ordinary life. I work, make plans, get tired, travel when I can, spend too much time choosing what to listen to, find little things to look forward to, and go through days that are completely uneventful. Then every now and then, something happens, someone says something, or a feeling catches me off guard and becomes something worth writing down.

I think that is what this space really is. A collection of things I wanted to remember, understand, or simply put somewhere outside of myself.

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If you’ve ever cared too much, wondered too long, loved someone after you knew better, started again before you felt ready, or carried a thought around because you had nowhere else to put it, you might find something familiar here.

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Welcome to Marcyverse.

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Stay for a while.