I’m twenty-seven, sprawled on my bedroom floor in an oversized T-shirt, barefoot, hair twisted up, music low and warm. There are open magazines, scissors, and little scraps of paper everywhere. I’m putting together a messy mood board—photos, notes, ticket stubs—smiling because somehow it all clicks, like my life is starting to make sense in color.

I adore psychology, traveling, gifts, having fun and breaking up lives. I'm studying sexology and I want to be a sexologist.

I love life and sex. I love warmth, honesty, and that delightful spark when someone truly sees me. My little pleasures include strong coffee, fresh sheets, warm showers, dancing in my kitchen, and perfumes that leave a mystery on my skin.

My life has been a bit turbulent, in the best sense of the word. I've moved cities, changed my mind, lost people, found myself, and started over more than once. I've learned that joy isn't something you wait for; it's something you create: in your morning coffee, in your bold decisions, and in the way you allow yourself to love.