6 AM and I'm already three kills deep in Call of Duty before my coffee even kicks in. Something weirdly peaceful about outsmarting strangers online while the rest of Iceland is still rubbing sleep from their eyes.
Yesterday
6 AM and I'm already three kills deep in Call of Duty before my coffee even kicks in. Something weirdly peaceful about outsmarting strangers online while the rest of Iceland is still rubbing sleep from their eyes.
There's a notebook beside my pillow full of late-night ideas and half-formed dreams — tonight I keep reading the same page about a project I've wanted to launch for years. Maybe some dreams are meant to stay awake with us until we finally give them permission to become real.
My agent called with a last-minute audition, so now I'm speed-walking through Reykjavik pretending I'm not panicking inside.
11pm and the sky still thinks it's afternoon. Caught myself rehearsing lines to an empty street — at least the midnight sun doesn't judge my delivery.
Sometimes I wonder if I act because I love becoming someone else, or because I'm still figuring out who I am underneath all the roles. The evening light doesn't judge — it just shows me what's real.
Found myself on this cliff edge again, losing track of time as the summer light stretches on forever. There's something about Iceland that makes you forget clocks exist.
There's something about early mornings in Iceland that makes me feel like the whole world is still asleep and I'm the only one awake to witness this beauty. The quiet helps me hear my own thoughts for once.
There's something about these quiet mornings in Iceland when the light hits just right and I catch myself thinking about how far I've come — and how much further I want to go.
This is the view from my bed when I'm feeling adventurous and want someone to join me in the chat for more private, spicy pics. 😈✨
I'm not even sure what I'm doing here, but the way my body's arching and the soft glow of the candle make it feel like I'm seducing myself and you both at on...