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life is short and so am i

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Amar sin poseer
Acompañar sin invadir
Vivir sin depender

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Tqm @claudeai

[🐈‍⬛ @tastcback]

two cinematic masterpieces next to each other on netflix

[Carla ❁ @shannonlada]

🇵🇷 "Quiero dedicarle este premio a todas las personas que tuvieron que abandonar su tierra natal, su país, para perseguir sus sueños".

- BAD BUNNY al ganar el galardón más importante de la noche: Álbum del Año. #GRAMMYs

[❀ ³³ @grapejhs]

harry styles consideró méxico para hacer un mini tour este 2026, la vida siendo mexa se siente así

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Olivia Dean the woman you are

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

@nosoyanadelara Es su esposaa 🥹

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Mis dos tías hicieron una watch party juntas para ver @thesummeritp 🥹 that’s the tweet ❤️‍🩹

[Dalos Dov @Dalos]

Getting a little bit personal here.

Mirrors and Lenses | Why do I create art?

The truth is, for a long part of my life, I didn’t.

I grew up surrounded by it though. My mom is an extraordinary artist; she paints, sculpts, photographs. Whatever you can imagine, she learns and does. Our home was filled with her pieces, with unfinished canvases and drying oils. Art wasn’t something we only visited in galleries. It lived with us. It was part of the furniture, part of the atmosphere, part of her way of being in the world. And I loved it. But I never thought it was something I could do.

I immersed myself in art as a viewer. Not only my mom’s, but by anyone’s. I sought it out. I read, watched, collected. And when something struck me, it really struck. I remember thinking: "This makes me feel something I can’t name". Or "I have no idea why, but this feels real". That resonance kept me close to art. I just didn’t cross over into creating it.

And I didn’t know why. I just wasn’t interested in being on that side of the process.

Then, slowly, I realized: it wasn’t disinterest.

It was fear.

I told myself I was content just consuming art. But the truth is, even if I wanted to share with art what I couldn’t with words, I didn’t think I had anything worth saying. I didn’t believe I could add anything of value. I didn’t want to put something into the world and be met with silence. Who would care? Who would listen? Who was I to ask anyone to look?

That fear wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Paralyzing in a slow, creeping way. For months, I sat in it, wanting to create but convincing myself I shouldn’t. Wanting to speak, and telling myself to stay quiet.

And eventually, something shifted. And it didn’t come from confidence or certainty. It came from something softer: honesty.

I realized the reason I loved art wasn’t just because it was beautiful or clever. It was because someone else’s work had the power to show me something about myself I hadn’t noticed. A feeling I couldn’t name. A truth I hadn’t thought of. Resonance that landed somewhere deep inside.

That was the whole point. I found my why. Not to impress. Not to explain. Just to try and offer something out. Not knowing who it might reach, but trusting that it might.

That’s when I started creating.

And what I found was this: Your art is a lens into your own soul, but it’s also a mirror for someone else’s. It doesn’t have to be perfect or universal. It just has to be honest. And if it resonates, that’s a happy accident. A release, for both sides.

I now create art because I want to share something real. Something that lives in me and needs to be let out. Not to be validated. Not to be understood by all. But simply because it’s mine to offer.

The questions that used to hold me back no longer have power. I don’t ask them anymore. Because I’ve learned that when the work comes from truth, it doesn’t have to resonate with everyone. But when it does, it can open up something rare: A space for the feeling, truth or reflection that we didn’t know was there.

That’s what art has always done for me. So now I create with the same hope, but without the expectation. Just the offering.

Art gave me language when I didn’t know how to speak. It gave me reflection when I didn’t know what I was looking for. Now I create with the same spirit: to make something that feels honest with me, and open enough for others to find their own meaning in it.

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Ya pasaron varios días y en lo único que sigo pensando es en cuando empezó a sonar linger en tsitp

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@jcalvag JAJAJA acabo de dar el mejor concierto mientras me bañaba

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Querido Diario,
Hoy es mi sexto día escuchando el álbum de Mentiras sin parar

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En qué momento pasó tan rápida la vida que de repente tengo la edad de Meredith Blake

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@ladoxani Esta buenaa??

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

Ya va a haber Costco en el Vaticano

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Algún día dejaré de traer el álbum de Wicked en repetición?

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

The love you seek in others is already within you

[✨ @DaniOrvela]

El trend de debi tirar más fotos esta tan peligroso como el de los altares de perritos con musica de Coco 🥺🥺

[ceciarmy @ceciarmy]

Unos perros se fueron de excursión y así quedaron después de todo el día