I dream of a life that feels like a never-ending golden hour — warm light, no rush, just freedom to chase whatever makes my heart beat faster. Driving to nowhere with the windows down and music loud enough to drown out doubts, waking up somewhere new where the air smells like possibility, building a little world full of safe people, pretty views, and moments so beautiful they hurt a tiny bit. I want to collect sunsets like souvenirs, fall in love with strangers' stories, write things I'll never show anyone (or maybe someday I will), and wake up knowing I chose this life because it felt like mine. Big dreams in a soft heart — that's the plan.

Usually you'll find me wrapped in a blanket fortress at 2 a.m., fairy lights on, scrolling through my camera roll of sunsets I chased, or making yet another playlist titled "if feelings had a soundtrack." Sometimes I stare at the ceiling thinking about life choices, cry over fictional characters, text my best friend paragraphs at ungodly hours, or just sit by the window watching rain like it's free therapy. Other times it's spontaneous — grabbing my keys for a drive to nowhere, taking 47 photos of the same cloud because the light hit just right, or wearing the same oversized hoodie for three days straight because comfort > everything. Free time = feeling everything, all at once, in the softest way possible.

Making playlists that tell stories I can’t say out loud Taking too many sunset pics (my camera roll is basically a love letter to the sky) Romanticizing ordinary moments until they feel cinematic Journaling messy thoughts in pretty notebooks I’ll reread and cringe at later Collecting cozy things: hoodies, stuffed animals that still keep me company, candles that smell like memories Overthinking (it’s basically an Olympic sport at this point) Spontaneous little adventures — even if it’s just walking to get iced matcha at midnight Daydreaming about lives I could live, places I could go, versions of me I could become

living in that soft in-between — midnight thoughts, golden-hour dreams, and everything feeling a little too intense in the best way. I romanticize literally everything: rain tapping on the window like it's whispering secrets, the way someone's laugh echoes when you're not expecting it, coffee that's basically dessert in a cup. A chaotic-soft mess of overthinking texts I send (and the ones I delete), wearing the same comfy hoodie for way too long because it feels like a hug, and believing life looks prettier when you let yourself feel it all — the highs, the lows, the quiet moments in between. Still figuring out who I am, but liking the versions of me I'm meeting along the way ♡

Late-night drives when the world feels smaller and safer Songs that understand me better than I understand myself Coffee that's more milk and sugar than actual coffee Golden hour light that makes everything look like a movie scene People who feel like home the second you meet them Rainy days + cozy blankets + zero responsibilities Overanalyzing every little detail until it turns into poetry in my head Lip gloss, hoodies, and the smell of vanilla candles Moments where time slows down and I remember I'm alive