When you live with the heart, you stop negotiating with the sky. You learn courage by drowning, not by floating. I rewind each night midnight becomes a rehearsal of forgetting, the lights go out but my mind keeps sketching worlds that haven’t signed a lease in reality yet. Maybe this is a letter, or a trick to exhaust the ache. Maybe it’s the caffeine in the word maybe that keeps me awake. You said it’s a game of no expectations and I believed you, the way a wave believes the shore will still be there even after breaking a thousand times. I don’t expect you, I just expand into love that doesn’t ask for anything, into the fever of what isn’t convenient. If I could choose, I’d still choose the hard thing, the beautiful mistake that keeps teaching me how to breathe underwater. Because when I live with the heart, I live with courage and courage is the art of staying open while falling apart in style. — Juanda

Visiting Paris from 10/3 -10/8! Any recs?

Hey @cal, I love all the art and cool stuff people post on the app, but I need somewhere to save it. Right now, I just have a convo with a friend where we send each other things we don’t wanna miss 🫣

Today, I’m leaving. Four years in these walls and I’ve changed… an amount of times I can’t even name. Here, I fell in love, out of love, into good, bad, crazy, funny, cheesy. I had sex here. I made love here. Not the same thing. Never the same thing. I laughed until my stomach hurt, cried until I couldn’t breathe, and lived what might be the best years of my life so far. And still, something is pulling me back… maybe the part of me that refuses to die, that just wants to remind me who I was inside these walls. But I’m ready. Ready to meet the next me. I close the door. And somewhere in the silence a new story starts