My Inner Thoughts
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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≻: untitled post 241If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them? View all responses Can I go with you?
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≻: untitled post 238I would want to relive the first year I was in an abusive relationship. I would’ve left him sooner, it took me so many attempts…
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≻: untitled post 228It’s okay to say “No.”
