Just because I don’t use emojis doesn’t mean I’m mad, it just means I can string actual words together. Not every sentence needs a cartoon face to hold it up. If your message only makes sense with a tiny crying-laughing icon, maybe it wasn’t that funny to begin with.

Girls often love flowers because they are nature’s most delicate way of saying “you are beautiful.” A flower carries emotions that words sometimes cannot, tenderness, thoughtfulness, and love. Each bloom feels like a little piece of poetry, reminding us of joy, hope, and the sweetness of life. When someone gives flowers, it’s not just petals they offer, but care and affection wrapped in beauty. Perhaps girls love them most because flowers reflect their own grace, radiant, unique, and full of quiet strength.

For ten years, ballet wasn’t just something I did, it was who I was. The satin shoes, cracked toes, early mornings, it felt like flying. Now I study finance, which feels worlds apart. Numbers, logic, deadlines. I like it, the clarity, the right answers. But with school and work, I don’t dance anymore. I keep saying I’ll go back when I “have time.” Who knows when that’ll be. What I do make time for is reading, mostly politics. I love understanding how systems work and why people make the choices they do. And then there’s cars, random, maybe. My brother’s a mechanic, and I grew up in his garage, learning words like torque and caliper. Somehow, they all stuck. Sometimes I feel like a mix of things that shouldn’t go together: ballet shoes and engine grease, political theory and portfolio analysis. But maybe that’s exactly what makes me me.

I don’t smoke. I mean… not like, regularly. But sometimes? When I’m on a rooftop with a glass of rosé, wearing lip gloss that costs more than my electricity bill, and someone offers me a cigarette like it’s the final prop in my main character moment? Yeah. I’ll take it. It’s not about addiction. It’s about aesthetic. I don’t crave nicotine, I crave vibes. I don’t smoke because I’m stressed. I smoke because I’m living. And occasionally because my ex just walked in with someone who looks like a yoga instructor who sells crystals on Etsy. So no don’t smoke. But sometimes I do. Because I enjoy my life. And sometimes, life tastes better with a little rebellion and a flick of fire.

I tried impressing a date by flambéing dessert. Turns out, pouring rum straight from the bottle isn't recommended. Flames shot up, the smoke alarm screamed, and my cat dove into the sink. Dessert? Charcoal. Romance? Still pending.