Lia Mercado
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Synesthesia
Romance has always been my favorite genre. As far back as I can remember, I’ve lived for the sappy clichés: flowers, chocolates, tearful confessions in the pouring rain, all of it. In elementary school, I would spend hours choosing baby names for my future adopted children (I always insisted they would be adopted. The idea of anything else made me uncomfortable) and scouring the Internet for dresses, rings, and décor. As much as I prepared names and future houses to share with my spouse, I always stopped short when I reached the idea of a husband.
By Lia Mercado3 years ago in Pride
Bigger Than These Bones
As a teenager, I couldn’t stand silence. I lived for music. I saturated every moment of my week with songs that put my feelings into words, a habit that persists to this day. Music is unique in that it can appeal to millions of people and still feel deeply personal, and its way of both inducing and relieving pain is fascinating in and of itself. For teenagers, who straddle the line between childhood and adulthood, who crave love but need space, music is especially appealing. I slept with earbuds plugged in, left my playlist on while I showered, and spent every car ride caught up in bopping melodies. In honor of my teenage self, who found validation and acceptance in music, I’m happy to share my playlist of adolescent angst.
By Lia Mercado3 years ago in Beat
Like A Heartbeat
I don’t like silence. Quiet tends to invite chaos, and it often feels too much like the calm before the storm. If possible, I like to saturate every moment of my day with music. Music is unique in that it can appeal to millions of people and still feel deeply personal, and its way of both inducing and relieving pain is fascinating in and of itself. It has a rare and magical quality that you won’t quite find anywhere else. If you’re anything like me, you go to sleep with your earbuds plugged in, leave your playlist on while you shower, and spend every car ride caught up in bopping melodies. In honor of those who feel the same way, and especially for those who need to de-stress, I’d like to present a playlist of mine that is dedicated to relaxing.
By Lia Mercado3 years ago in Beat
You Grew Up Too Fast
You probably don’t remember me. I was fifteen and you were thirteen when we met, and we only knew each other for four days. You had run away from your foster home and found family in a gang. You were addicted to ice, crack, heroin, and a bunch of drugs I had never even heard of. You were also one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met.
By Lia Mercado3 years ago in Humans