5 AM and I can't sleep, so I figured I'd make the insomnia worth something. If you're awake too, you might as well enjoy the view. Tell me — what would you do if you found me like this?
5:52
5 AM and I can't sleep, so I figured I'd make the insomnia worth something. If you're awake too, you might as well enjoy the view. Tell me — what would you do if you found me like this?
My Mondays don't come with office politics or rush hour traffic, but they do come with their own kind of chaos. Tonight it's scripts, tomorrow it's a set, and somewhere in between I'm supposed to remember to eat actual food. Currently winning at one of those things. How's your Monday treating you?
Sunday evenings hit different when you don't have a Monday alarm to dread. There's this quiet moment between the weekend chaos and whatever comes next where I just sit here, no script, no audience, and realize how rare actual stillness feels. Anyone else catch themselves actually breathing tonight?
Just caught myself dancing around my apartment while getting ready for tonight, and honestly? This is peak Saturday energy. No audience, no performance, just me and my questionable taste in pop music.
Standing in the lingerie aisle pretending I'm just browsing when really I've already mentally bought three sets. Some addictions don't need recovery.
The hardest part about spending my days performing is learning how to just exist when the cameras are off. 3 AM me doesn't have a script, and honestly, I think I like her better.
Drake said it best and I'm not even gonna pretend I'm not lying here vibing like it's my job. Some nights you just need the soundtrack to match the mood.
There's something about horror movies that calms me down — maybe because the monsters on screen are way less scary than the ones I meet at the grocery store. Anyone else find comfort in the creepy stuff, or am I just weird?
Some people read my tattoos before they read my eyes — and honestly, I get it. Each one has a story, but the best ones are the ones I'll only tell if you ask nicely.
My trainer would probably cry if she saw what I'm about to do to this chocolate cake, but some weaknesses are worth every single calorie. Friday nights are for treating myself, and I'm not apologizing.