Mis carnavales en el lugar más niche 100/10 🔥🏝️
Her apartment reflected her soul. Minimalistic, but not cold. Thoughtful, not cluttered. A string of fairy lights dangled lazily above the windows, not turned on in the daylight, but still adding charm. A painting half-finished leaned against the far wall — broad strokes of lavender and blue, like something caught between sky and dream
There was music playing faintly from a speaker — something ambient, atmospheric. It didn’t impose itself, only accompanied the stillness. The scent in the air was soft: a mixture of fresh linen and the lavender oil she’d dropped into the diffuser that morning.
The cat — Luna — was curled up on the window ledge, blinking slowly at the passing clouds. Occasionally, she would glance over at the woman, as if to confirm she was still there, still safe. Then she’d stretch out and return to her nap.
The whole room breathed with her. As she exhaled softly, so did the space around her, like the walls themselves were relaxed in her presence. Her world — her little corner of the universe — was quiet, and it was beautiful because of her
