I didn’t set out to build a brand or curate an aesthetic. I was just trying to get something out. Healing is like trauma nesting dolls you open one, and there’s another inside like**, "Surprise, bitch."**
I meditate most mornings. I still use regular deodorant. I still drink Red Bulls. Matcha is disgusting, but I drink it anyway. I can read someone to filth with tarot cards, yet I can't figure out my own life.
I'm not on Facebook. I barely post. But apparently, I needed a website. This isn't really for you to see it's for me to be seen.
Maybe you find yourself in one of these Notion posts. Maybe you don't. And I'm not talking about a specific person. Maybe a feeling. Maybe an archetype.
Either way, this isn't a doorway. It's a vault. And you're only here because you were looking.
This site exists because I needed somewhere to put it all. The thoughts. The memories. The moments I'm still trying to name.
I pay for the domain. I pay for the space. So yeah, it's for me. If you stumbled across this—cool. If you think it's about you—it's probably not. And if it is…don't let it go to your head.
You're either very curious, or very bored. Either way, welcome to the quiet end of the internet.
"Some people don’t break your heart on purpose. They just hold it too tightly until something in you warps."
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