Free mind…
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: The Man I Want
The Man I Want I want a man who excites my mind, my body, and my curiosity; someone who challenges me, makes me laugh, inspires…
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≻: To the version of me who feels unloved
“Loneliness has a way of making one person feel like the only person. That feeling is real, but it isn’t always a reliable map of…
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≻: A “End of the year” thing
It is the end of the year and our secrets still goes with us to the new year. It is okay if we do not…
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