The Girl Who Watches True Crime to Relax
The Girl Who Unwinds with Unmade Bedsheets
I fold laundry while folding alibis.
You’ll find me in the blue glow, somewhere past midnight and before the morning forgets me. I collect confessions like loose buttons, and I knit order from disorder. The chaos on screen? It’s a lullaby.
What I'm Into: unmade bedsheets, the weight of silence, cold tea, fuzzy blankets, slow-motion confessions
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