A small dose of life.
My name is Lucie. I am many things. You will never be able to figure me out, because I never even truly know myself. I'm a mosaic and I'm a million broken pieces. I'm a never-ending painting, but sometimes I lose my paintbrush. I'm from New York, but I used to live in New Mexico, and now I live in California, but where I am from and where I am now is irrelevant. Where I am going is what matters. I'm not quite sure where that is, but I know it's always going to be somewhere my heart will take me. I am fascinated by the wonders of life. I like mysteries. I like people who make me think twice. I like simple things as much as I enjoy complicated things. I live for deep conversations, good books, long car rides, 3am adventures, hugs, and silly dancing. I'm constantly living in a spiral of thoughts, and I never exist in reality. Life is too short to take anything too seriously. Follow my blog and you will might get to see a snippet of what is in my mind.
1 month ago 
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I just checked my voicemail for the first time in over a month and listened to one of the voicemails in which it said, “I love you. You mean more to me than you know.”
Why do I believe you? Why is it that sometimes the people who love us the most are the most distant from us, figuratively and literally? Why is it that sometimes in order to truly and fully love and appreciate someone with all that you can, you have to be without them?
Meh, I’m sad now.
