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@lunalejanaa
About Me
Hi! Welcome to my diary.
I'm Lu, and this blog is my escape from reality.
Soy Lu, y este blog es mi escape de la realidad.
Find my: 𖤓 All of my writing (Spanish and English) 𖤓 English writing 𖤓 Spanish writing 𖤓 Music

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News From Home (1977), dir. Chantal Akerman
“Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting–”
— Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1924), Letters to Véra

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You gotta remember not everyone was raised like you.
Higashiyama, Meguro, Tokyo / JUN 2023
moon and earth
I cried every day last week, and so far, every day this week too. Birthdays always seem to become some kind of existential crisis for me.
But I experienced so much love. Gifts. Flowers. So many flowers. Flowers everywhere I looked. And books. So. Many. Books.
And according to my friends, I really am God’s favorite because He gave me fall weather during my birthday week.
And then there was C’s letter.
The only gift I truly wanted.
I had been waiting for it quietly even though a part of me believed I didn’t deserve to receive it anymore. Eventually, I stopped expecting it. I told myself to let it go.
And then it arrived.
Maybe, somehow, despite time and distance and silence… I don’t know. I only know that I wished for his letter. And somewhere, without knowing that I was wishing for it, he sat down and wrote it for me.
I want to remember that.
I want to remember the flowers, the books, the cool air, the silly gifts, the people who called, the people who stayed, the love that found me from far away.
I even want to remember the crying.
Because I think I cried so much because I could feel all of it at once.
Ohhh and there was one last gift. Something very specific that I picked out while in New York and will now be with me forever.

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i think about francis coppola's mega-journal-binder every single day
Peony Gardenia
Oil on linen
Mia Tarney
Would you watch the moon with me? Be honest.

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