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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≻: another easy day
I didn’t have to work this morning which was really nice. I got to sleep in and just go to school. I got up earlier…
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≻: a very chill monday
I got to sleep in today, which is exactly what I needed. late start day, only went to school. had a slow morning, hung out…
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≻: trying to keep up
my self discipline and motivation is weak, so I haven’t been keeping up with a few things in my routine, including blogging every day but…
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