The Girl Who Adopts Every Stray
Her Apartment Is Chaos, Her Heart Is Architecture
My heart’s a shelter with no vacancies.
You’ll find me knee-deep in mismatched socks, rescue dog paperwork, and the soft snore of a cat curled in my sweater drawer. I believe every broken thing deserves a second shelf, a second chance, a second cup of tea. My life is a mosaic of soft landings and open windows. I don’t need quiet. I need hearts to feel safe.
What I'm Into: Mars the tabby, thrift store frames, half-read poetry, foster fails, damp fur and lavender
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