“I just want my life to be /big/, you know?” Dahlia’s brown eyes were unfocused. “Like… like the way your favourite song feels, when you’re sixteen. I want my life to feel like that. I want to feel /big/. I want to do messy, wild things, things I’ll remember, things that are /interesting/. […] She put the key in the handle. Barely audible, she said, “I don’t want to be small.”
— Jun 22, 2024 10:17AM
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