lunoctis07

[lunoctis07]

"Este es mi cuerpo, este es mi templo, este es mi campo de batalla"

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"This is my body, this is my temple, this is my battlefield"

[lunoctis07]

Primer "me gusta" queer (First queer "crush")

Querido diario:

Me di cuenta de que nunca le confesé a una chica que me gustaba. Pudo más el miedo que los sentimientos, y eso me duele. Aunque, en el fondo, tampoco creo que hubiera hecho una gran diferencia. Este mundo aún no está preparado para el amor entre dos mujeres.

Así que, por más que hubiera dicho algo, probablemente no habría pasado nada.

Aun así, espero que algún día logre superar el miedo. Que exista un lugar (un tiempo, un mundo) donde se pueda amar sin esconderse.

Quisiera encontrar a una mujer a quien adorar tanto, que las palabras escapen solas de mis labios. Sin miedo. Con amor.

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Dear diary,

I've como to realize I've never told a girl I liked hear. Fear always spoke louder than my feelings -and that truth aches. Maybe, deep down, I knew it wouldn't have changed anything. The world still isn't ready for love between two women.

So even if I'd said something... maybe nothing would've happened.

Still, I hold on to the hope that one day I'll move past the fear. That somewhere-sometime-there's a world where love doen't need to hide.

I dream of meeting a woman I'll cherish so deeply that the words spill from my lips without hesitation. No fear. Just love.

[lunoctis07]

Me descubrí en fragmentos, no en certezas (I found myself in fragments, not in certainties)

Dolió. Más de lo que me animé a decir en voz alta. Y llevó tiempo. Mucho más del que cualquiera esperaría. No fue una línea recta ni una historia que pudiera contarse en orden: fue un ir y venir constante, como si cada paso me llevara a la vez hacia adelante y hacia atrás.

Hubo días en los que creí haberme encontrado, y otros en los que bastaba un mínimo roce (una palabra, un pensamiento, una mirada) para que todo volviera a ser confuso como al principio. Me perdí muchas veces en ese vaivén. Me cuestioné, dudé de mí, de mis decisiones, de mi valor.

Pero, después de tanto vagar, empecé a reconocerme en los fragmentos: en los silencios que antes me pesaban y ahora me contienen, en las partes rotas que aprendí a sostener con cuidado, en las sombras que ya no me asustan porque sé de dónde vienen.

No me armé de nuevo como era antes. Me encontré. Tal como soy ahora. Y eso, aunque me llevó tiempo, también es una forma de volver a casa.

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It hurt -more than I ever admitted out loud. And it took time -so much more than anyone would have imagined. It wasn't a straight path, or a story I could tell from beginning to end. It was messy, full of detours -each step pulling me forward and backward at once.

Some days, I thought I'd finally found myself. On others, the smallest thing -a word, a thought, a look- was enough to throw me right back into the confusion. I lost myself over and over in that in-between. I questioned everything: my choices, my worth, who I even was.

But slowly, after all the wandering, I began to see myself in the fragments -in the silences that once felt heavy but now fell like shelter, in the broken pieces I've learned to hold with care, in the shadows that no longer scare me because I finally understand them.

I did'nt rebuild myself into who I was before. I found who I am now. And even though it took time, that too is a way of coming home.

[lunoctis07]

Mi deseo no sigue el mapa que otros dibujaron, y mi identidad no necesita su permiso para existir. Hay una fuerza silenciosa en saber quién soy, incluso si nadie más tiene las palabras para nombrarlo.

My desire doesn't follow the map others drew, and my identity doesn't need their permission to exist. Ther's a quiet strenght in knowing who I am, even if no one else has the words to name it

[lunoctis07]

Soy el eco de mi propio nombre (I'm the fading trace of my own name)

Constanza.

Un nombre que duele. Un nombre que me pertenece.

Constanza.

Lo repito sin sentirlo del todo mío.

Constanza.

Muy largo para mi gusto,

con demasiados recuerdos amargos enlazados.

Constanza. Isabel. Elizabeth. Lizbeth. Nyx Lizbeth.

Y en secreto... me llamo Luján.

No sé cuándo salté a Luna.

No sé quién soy cuando no soy ella.

Pero sé que mi nombre real es Constanza.

Aunque lo odie.

Aunque su eco resuene en mí.

Aunque yo sea el eco.

El eco de mi propio nombre.

Constanza.

Dulce.

Amargo.

Mío.

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Constanza.

A name that stings- a name stitched into me.

Constanza.

I whisper it, but it never quite fits.

Constanza.

Too heavy on my tongue,

too tangled in memories I'd rather forget.

Constanza. Isabel. Elizabeth. Lizbeth. Nyx Lizbeth.

And quietly... I call myself Luján.

I don't remember when I became Luna.

I don't know who I am without her shadow.

But I do know- my given name is Constanza.

Even if I flinch at the sound.

Even if its echo haunts my chest.

Even if I'm the echo-

the fading trace of my own name.

Constanza.

Soft.

Sharp.

Mine.

[lunoctis07]

Inspirado en mis colores personales

Inspired by my personal colors

[lunoctis07]

No safety. No food. No aid. No water. No healthcare. No education. Is this what it means to live? Is this what world accept as life?

If a group of animals were trapped, starved, and cut off from the world like this, people would be outraged. But because it's us—human beings—somehow, the world looks away.

These are unbearable days. Everything feels heavy. Each hour presses on my chest like I’m being suffocated.

My family needs urgent help.

Basic survival has become nearly impossible. Bread—just bread—now costs over $25 a day to make.

We are not asking for luxury. We are begging for life.

Please, if you’re reading this: help. Reblog this post. Talk about us. Donate if you can. Even a small act can mean everything right now.

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[lunoctis07]

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From the heart of unimaginable suffering, I want to sincerely thank everyone who has supported my family 🙏🏻

Right now, famine is hitting us harder than ever, my heart cries whenever I go to the market to buy any basic necessities! The prices are crazy, and most days my children survive on just bread Hunger and thirst are destroying us, and cooking on fire increases our suffering unbearably! Severe eye and chest sensitivity, in addition to constant stomach pain due to the type of food and the way it is cooked.

All this while we flee from one place to another in fear of bombing, bullets, and imminent danger! I cannot describe what I feel, but it is a feeling beyond exhaustion!

Despite the exhaustion, your support gives us strength and I hope you will not let us down

If you can donate, please do so, or at least help us by sharing, so we can reach those who can

Your kindness truly keeps us going

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