𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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One Nice Bug Per Day
trying on a metaphor
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𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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Dream apartment — June 2026
Being a young adult is so strange. You enter a coffee shop. The 20 year old girl waiting behind you cried all night because she just came to a new city for university and she feels so alone. That 27 year old guy over there works a job he is overqualified for, he lives with his parents and wants to move out but doesn't know what to do about it. That one 24 year old dude already has a car, a house, and a job waiting for him once he graduates thanks to his dad's connections. The 26 year old barista couldn't complete his higher education because he has to work and take care of his family. The 28 year old girl sitting next to you has no friends to go out with so she is texting her mother. That couple (both 25 years old) are married and the girl is pregnant. The 29 year old writing something on her laptop has realized that she chose the wrong major so she is trying to start all over. We are not alone in this, but we are actually so alone. Do you feel me
The new semester has not yet started, but I have already lost count of the coffees. I’m looking forward to uni, I’ll be taking philosophy, french and psych statistics modules ☕️
@academia-lucifer
Craftsman making a jícara with the lacquer technique, Monimbó, Masaya, Nicaragua, 1979.
Folk art of the Americas.
la ventanita.
I still hide you
in my poetry
A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness
And sings to cheer its own solitude
With sweet sounds
“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”
—Oscar Wilde
Here's to letting go
But I am lost in a void with your ghost
And our memories
coraline, bella come il sole guerriera dal cuore zelante 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓇼
“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything. But at the same time , everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”
–Juansendizon
When people ask me why I like reading books :