Dorcas Fu

Love, I think, is less like falling and more like stumbling into a room with mirrors. At first, all you see is the glitter of your own...

When I write, I have to drag the pen across those scars. ― Maya Angelou The bathroom door wasn’t just locked — it was sealed with the...

Jealousy: A Mirror of Lost Time and Untapped Potential Jealousy is more than a fleeting bitterness; it’s a visceral reminder of what...