this seems kinda ridiculous, convince me not to delete

There are still things I want to tell you. Small things, mostly. A plant I finally learned the name of. Something stupid one of my cats did. A sentence I heard on the street that would have made you laugh. A tree somewhere in Berlin carrying fruit, the kind we would have stopped to inspect as if discovering it ourselves. Sometimes something happens and my first thought is still: I have to tell you this. And for one tiny second, you still exist exactly where you used to. Then I remember. There is nowhere to send it anymore.

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

Mustache, yes or no?

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.

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!!!

Septoplasty chic

Patient satisfaction scores through the roof today ;)

Ironic that the adrenaline experience my friends had booked me months and months ago landed exactly when I was signed off for burnout and told to rest 🥴 I did the skydive anyway. I figured in years to come I won’t remember how cooked my brain felt at the time, I’ll just remember hurtling to Earth at 125mph like a fuckin’ dart.

I’m 45 and I’ve decided to just love my body and stop stressing about it.