I think everyone has different versions of themselves.
The loud version, the tired version, the happy one… and the quiet one that stays hidden most of the time.
Today felt like that quiet version.
No big smile, no dramatic story… just me standing there, thinking about life and probably overanalyzing everything like always.
Maybe that’s why I like manga so much.
Some characters say almost nothing, but somehow you still understand exactly what they feel.
I relate to that a lot.
I’m not the kind of girl who always knows what to say.
Sometimes I just stay quiet and let my thoughts do all the talking.
And honestly… there’s something peaceful about that.
Just Lynda, lost in her own little world again 🌑📚