I don't need to be seen.
I just want to be read - deeply.
My stories aren't loud.
They're made of glances, silences, and the weight of things we never said.
You won't find me here.
But maybe you'll find yourself.
burning slow. breaking quiet. bleeding words.
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Hoy empiezo algo que nunca creí mostrarle al mundo.Castígame con tu cuerpo no es solo una historia.Es deseo, herida, palabras no dichas, y fuego contenido.Thomas no es el típico chico perfecto. Ca...View all Conversations