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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≻: catching up, I guess
I swear my weekends are so much more packed than my weekdays.. I haven’t caught up in a couple days, so I’m gonna try to…
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≻: out of routine day
which to be fair, turned out quite well. I got to sleep in just a little this morning before getting up to get myself ready…
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≻: second monday
hit a big low today. work was hard today, but mostly because of my brain (well and all the trained negative responses from my coworker).…
