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just be obsessed with me already... [sleepy rambles asmr]

🕑 Added 2025-05-29 21:30:01 +0000 UTC

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santiago jimenez

I love details and I actually cherish every single one, from the smallest of gestures to the most elaborate rituals that make her be her, you know? The way she ties her shoes, how she arrange everything to start working, things like that and, like the topic here, the writing. I love hands (yes, I’m weird as hell, I’m aware) how delicate they are, how she touches and manages things, how she follows the lines of her phone case while watching a movie, how gently she touches her own arms while she is waiting for something impatiently, and the way she writes, is mesmerising, just to see how her hand flows with the words to create a parallel universe where everything put into that piece of paper is tangible and beautiful. Yes, understand and I really sorrow how all of this means nothing because she doesn’t exist in my world nor I in hers.

Arthur Lopez

Wasn’t expecting this topic, but it’s a good one. I’ve always been a big reader. Stories sparked my imagination when I was a kid, and that naturally pushed me into writing my own. For a while, I used to write everything by hand, back in elementary school, but that didn’t last long. Honestly, my handwriting is a disaster. Imagine how a kid with ADHD and dyslexia might scrawl in a notebook, messy, full of corrections because i always miss something, and usually covered in random doodles from when my mind starts drifting. I can't even make sense of what i write myself, It’s not ideal lmfao. These days, I type almost everything. It just feels better. Smoother. I’ve always been a tech guy, though I’ll admit I’ve had a phase where I really wanted to try out a typewriter, because i adore old stuff like that (i like vintage). But in the end, the keyboard wins. I don’t really read books much anymore, my attention span just won’t let me sit through one like I used to. But I still write. Fiction, poetry, worldbuilding for a project I’ve been nurturing for over a decade. Anything that fuels the creative fire. Even though I rarely finish a book these days, I still love them. The smell of the pages, the weight of a good hardcover, the feeling of flipping through paper, it hits something nostalgic. Of course, I usually zone out, realize I’ve missed three pages, go back, lose focus again, and eventually give up. But hey, I still love what books are and what they represent.