HeyJareddigitaljournaled
Here I write about my journal thoughts, we adore books and also talk about them, and sometimes movie recommendation yap!
- Indexed issues, last 90 days
- 4
- Latest publication
- Sep 21, 2026
- Audience
- Checking…
- Earliest in this view
- Aug 24, 2026
Latest issues
Movies recs from the year I was born [Part-1] (opens the original)
Read excerpt
So, I went back to the year I was born which is 2003 and tried to understand what people were watching while I was busy well barely existing.Now i would like to mention that i have only seen 11 movies from that year so far so this list still goes on,but it has been a while since i have not reviewed them for a while. So here comes my unsolicited advice :p1-How to lose a guy in 10 days:Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ /5<div class="captioned-
My room as an obscure museum exhibit. (opens the original)
Read excerpt
Hello and welcome to my not-so-messy but thematically ambitious room tour. My room is a big box filled with archives and memories from last Tuesday to as far back as sixteen years ago. The color palette is mostly brown and peach along with its plethora of aesthetics and genres as I can’t decide one particular theme to design it with. Every corner has its own quirky charm. Today, I am your docent, offering a brief, free of cost tour of this obscure museum or simply put my room.As you enter, the f
Some people observe things while others absorb them. (opens the original)
Read excerpt
Every day we come across many people, situations, and what not. Sometimes we share our opinions,we vocalize our thoughts on them, but other times we just sit back, hear and observe them. When we see the things in front of us from a second or third-person perspective, we tend to make some conclusions and stories of our own. Sometimes we can understand the situation by just sitting back and looking at it from a distance rather than taking a part in it.Observing things around you is also an art; it
“a place i miss that no longer exists” (opens the original)
Read excerpt
When I was in school, I used to come home. Get changed. Eat my food and run to this room downstairs in my house. At that time, my house was made of wood. It had a very cozy, loving feel to it. There was a room that I filled with my books, dresses, toys, flowers, drawings, and what not. There was a little window and from that I could see the mountains in front of me and a sky so vibrant blue that I still remember, but what I miss the most about that room is how I had a blackboard hung to the wall
Publishing over time
Last 90 days. Choose a month to open its work.
Recurring subjects
Named in the text we hold. One piece can cover several.
Audience
No verified audience measurement yet.
About this data
Counts cover the work we have indexed. Tone needs enough text and a confident classification. Excerpts and episode notes are not full articles or transcripts.
Identity or attribution wrong? Suggest a correction.