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I’m basically a beautiful disaster with good eyebrows, questionable boundaries, and an aggressively optimistic belief that almost everything can be made prettier. I’m equal parts soft heart and feral mind. I collect ideas the way other people collect shoes. I’ve been knocked down enough times to know surviving isn’t the same thing as living. So now… I’m choosing the life. I’m choosing the art. I’m choosing the weird. I’m choosing the people who feel like home. I’m choosing myself. And if I occasionally have to burn the old blueprint, rebuild the whole thing, paint it a different color, and add better lighting… Well… That sounds like a Tuesday.
