hey, you,
got a match?
Welcome to Flaming Truths, where I, as a Sagittarian fire sign, roast life’s ignored lessons with blazing wit and sarcasm. Tired of tip-toeing around truths like they’re sleeping lions? At Flaming Truths, I wake them up and hand them a cup of coffee.
Buckle up for no-filter discussions on everything from relationships to societal absurdities. I’m like that friend who’s not afraid to dissect the absurdities of reality TV, but with a sarcasm that could outshine even the most dramatic soap opera villain.
I’m on a mission to ignite self-awareness, start conversations, and maybe singe a few eyebrows along the way. Follow me as I light the way into uncharted territories, fearlessly sparking conversations others shy away from.
Got something to say? I’m all ears (metaphorically speaking). Whether you’re nodding in agreement or drafting a strongly worded email, I want to hear from you. Let’s turn up the heat together.
You can also catch my latest musings on Medium.
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Welcome to Flaming Truths—where honesty burns bright and sarcasm is the love language. Let’s light up the world, one truth at a time.
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confessions of an og
word to Monaleo Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I was meant to be an adult. And before one of you narrow-minded asswipes says, “well duh, we’re all meant to be adults,” listen before you speak. I knew I was meant to be an adult then. For as long as I can…
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either I’m fucking it up, or I’m finally starting to get it.
more on adulting. Full transparency: I quit my job today. And while not the first time, this time is different. Firstly, because I jumped out of the plane with more than one parachute. We’ll call it a safety precaution. But also because I actually chose me before it was the only choice I had. I…
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great expectations:
a reflection, turned think piece Yes, I am just as aware as you are that I have been absent, again. But based on the standard around here, what do you expect? For me not to come in and out, dropping off my thoughts and fleeing, like the dead-beat writer you lot allow me to act…
Flaming Truths. 