silly lil me >:}
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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≻: Blog 27 (Answering prompt outta the blue)
What is something you wish you could tell your 20-year-old self? I am still 19 and will turn 20 this December- the only thing I’d…
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≻: Blog 26 (Answering prompt)
What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today? Literally my soul the cloths I am wears are only a year old.
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≻: Blog 25 (Answering daily prompt-AGAIN)
Where do you see yourself in 10 years? So 10 years it is, I am currently 19 if I were to count my this year’s…


