fiction
With a sudden breath, as though he had just blinked into existence, Juan sat, uncertain, in the corner. His body still and ears perked, his eyes darted around the room. What in the hell was he doing there? In fact, where is “there” in the first place? The room was
travel
I finally put my passport to use for five days in Portugal. Living like a local, discovering a love for exploring, languages, wine, and architecture.
music
It breaks my heart that there are still people unable to live their truths: People dealing with debilitating sadness; Empaths who are raw from the woes of the world; Those in the LGBTQ community who are still left feeling unsafe and unloved.
fiction
Who'd have thought that a futuristic utopia would look like this? Bored out of our minds, unable to discover anything new.
News
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