Mishka

“My schnecke. My little snail, do you know that’s what it means? It’s a term of affection in my country. My love. My snail. I don’t want to waste more time. I have nothing to hide and neither do you.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti

“When I say you're mine, I don’t mean that you belong to me—I mean that I carry you with me in quiet ways no one else can see. I mean your laughter lingers in places you've never been, and your presence lives in my thoughts like a song I never want to end. You’re mine in the way a memory clings to a moment, in the way a soul recognizes another—not out of possession, but out of connection that feels timeless.

Being mine isn’t about ownership; it’s about meaning. It means you’ve left something of yourself with me, and in return, I’ve given you a piece of my heart to hold gently, even from afar. You’re free, always have been—but the way you’ve touched my life can’t be undone. So when I say you’re mine, it’s not a claim—it’s a quiet truth: you matter to me, deeply, endlessly, and without condition.”
― Balt Rodriguez

“Then I felt it. Strong. Sure. More sure than I had ever
felt about anything in my life.


I loved her.

And it was nothing like I had thought.


It wasn't like sunshine. It wasn't like warmth.

No.

It was just an easy feeling.

It was knowing that given the choice between spending
my night with her asleep on my chest or doing anything else in the
world, I would choose her every single time.

Without thinking.”
― Jessica Gadziala, Dr. Chase Hudson

“You are the most honest, good thing I’ve ever had. I won’t deny it to anyone.”
― Mariana Zapata, Kulti