Silence is Golden, Duct Tape is Sliver…Sometimes
Life, creativity, mental health, and pretending I know what I'm doing.
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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≻: Apparently I Had a Productive Weekend
I did the things. I know. I’m as surprised as you are. It’s Labor Day weekend, which traditionally feels like it should be spent doing…
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≻: I’m Still Figuring Out What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
When you’re a kid, adults love asking you what you want to be when you grow up. The question makes sense when you’re seven. Teacher.…
