looney tunes of a floating lune
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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≻: Friday 12 June
Kea was over, for a bit. We made coffee, talked, put on Netflix. My Snapchat was quiet today. I was thankful. Usually it’s being bombarded…
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≻: A Wednesday in June
It’s only the beginning of the month and I’m already tired. I had this vision of me as a seahorse and kea as a bug…
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≻: Thu 28 may 6:13 pm
There’s a special kind of sadness that comes between the moon taking shape, quietly, and you have this feeling of being part of some inhuman…
Diary of a Crazy Gal 