There’s this quiet hum in my thoughts lately, a familiar pull that feels dangerously like a beautiful kind of relapse into something I wasn’t expecting. And honestly, my 'page'—my current headspace—can only hold so much of this delightful, unresolved tension. So, Relapse or you’re not allowed on my page anymore. My inner world deserves some clarity. 😉✨Relapse or you’re not allowed on my page anymore

There's something deeply captivating about the sheer, focused energy in here. My mind often drifts to those moments you see someone truly lost in their own grind – there's this raw, almost electric confidence about it. It’s a vibe I could get lost in too. 😌There’s nothing better than gooning over gym brats

I have this quiet fascination with the moments when people truly let their guard down. Not the forced kind, but the raw, unedited glimpse. It makes me wonder if there's someone out there brave enough to offer that vulnerability. To drop the carefully constructed facade, to let themselves be seen, not through judgment, but through a lens of profound understanding. Maybe, in a way, to let me humiliate you—by stripping away everything until only the beautifully human, slightly awkward truth remains. Could you ever be that open? 💫🗝️

Let me humiliate you

Can't wait for Captain Croatia and Fast XXXIV