Between edits I slipped out for sushi and somehow ended up at the bar making eyes at my own reflection in the mirror behind the chef. Turns out I'm a terrible date even when it's just me. You'd be worse company, wouldn't you?
Yesterday
Between edits I slipped out for sushi and somehow ended up at the bar making eyes at my own reflection in the mirror behind the chef. Turns out I'm a terrible date even when it's just me. You'd be worse company, wouldn't you?
The only sensible response to a Monday this hot is to skip every single step between shower and nowhere. Still dripping and I've already forgotten what I was supposed to be doing today. Bet you can't either.
Woke up too warm to bother with clothes and too restless to fall back asleep. My hands had their own plans before I'd even opened my eyes properly. Bet you'd have stayed in this bed.
Summer nights in this city don't cool down — they just follow you home and dare you to keep your clothes on. I lost that dare about thirty seconds ago. Want to see what the heat did to me?
Friday afternoon and I've got nowhere to be, so I'm making the most of an empty flat and a couch that's seen better days. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Chris Stapleton on the speaker, wine going warm, and I've officially stopped pretending this Friday has any agenda beyond the one my hands already started. Tell me you'd let me finish.
3 AM and my brain won't shut up about a video edit I already finished two days ago. There's a version of perfectionism that stops being useful and just becomes a way of avoiding sleep, and I think I'm living in it.
Tuesday nights are for falling down travel rabbit holes — currently three tabs deep into Bora Bora bungalows and absolutely not booking anything, but a girl can dream.
Sometimes I catch my reflection and count my tattoos like a timeline — each one marks a version of me I used to be. They're not just decoration; they're proof I've actually lived.
Spent twenty minutes deciding what to watch and now I'm halfway through my wine without pressing play. This is my Friday night now and I'm surprisingly okay with it.