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I wanted them to see and know my depth: the entire internal architecture of my being.

Intimacy in the way I’m inquisitive about you.

Let them be wrong about you. Let them misunderstand your choices, your silence, your decisions. Let them mistake your independence for arrogance, your strength for coldness, your need for space for rejection.

I’m a citizen of libraries. I understand how to be here - just like these folks. It’s such a great way to join a new community - even if it’s just for an hour.

Real transformation doesn’t happen in a single moment. It happens in the small, quiet ways you begin to show up for yourself. When you do the thing you promised you’d do— just for you —you begin to rebuild trust.

A good mix wasn’t just music; it was storytelling, vulnerability, and digital intimacy.

just the habitual corners, the underachieving alley that always smells faintly of fish, the bridge whose concrete belly I touch at dawn like an old relic. A city is not something you “use.” You marry it and then learn its pet names: the lamppost that supported you when drunk, the storm drain that kept your secret

I towel my hands and go sit on a bench to see what happens when nothing happens.

Your comfort zone is the most uncomfortable place to be because it slowly erodes the parts of you meant to grow sharp with use. It’s a velvet coffin: soft, familiar, and perfectly designed to keep you still. You won’t notice the atrophy at first, it looks like peace, sounds like routine but one day you’ll wake up fluent in regret, wondering when... See more