I love my design studio and my antidepressants

Nothing to say, still depressive bitch

Body dysmorphia was hitting hard this week, so naturally I needed to cut my own hair🥸

Patient satisfaction scores through the roof today ;)

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Here we go again - #🐻

Confessions to the moon The most intimate thing, for me, is not kissing you, nor holding you. It's talking to you about myself. If I give you my body, I can take it back. But if I give you my thoughts, it's like giving you a piece of my heart. And when you leave, you take with you the deepest part of me — the one I'll never get back.

Work…

I think that’s one of the strangest things about losing someone who is still alive. Nothing disappears all at once. The person leaves first. The habits take longer. The conversations you continue inside your head take even longer. And the future might be the last thing to leave. I don’t only miss you. I miss things that never even happened. Trips we talked about but never took. Summers we never reached. Ordinary Sundays. Getting older. Going to the swimming pool, just the two of us Spending one New Year’s Eve together.

The happy-sad u feel taking a 8AM taxi home from the afters.

I proposed to @le_alex on the dancefloor at the after hours (completely spontaneously and not realizing it was EXACTLY 1 year since we met) and he said YES!!!