POV: I thought growing up meant taxes and responsibilities, but apparently it also means rediscovering that the merry go round spins faster when you’ve got unresolved feeling.

Sometimes life puts you at a crossroad… a literal traffic sign telling me to go left, young dreamer. Waiting for a stranger to pick me up and take me to the soundtrack of my destiny. I’m manifesting adventure with one thumb and daydreaming with the other hand in my pocket.

Caught in 4K having a deep, spiritual connection with my ice cream. Like yes, I may be squatting on the side of the road looking like I just lost a Pokémon battle, but in my heart? I’m the chosen one who discovered that happiness really is pink and melts way too fast.

Every great love story begins somewhere… mine just happened to start at an ice cream stand. Standing there with the menu like I’m choosing my destiny, pink cone in hand like a fragile dream I refuse to let go.

Somewhere between the trees and the quiet sky, I accidentally turned into a painting. Staring into the distance as if I’m waiting for a plot twist. Mild air brushing past, sleeves a little too long, this is the kind of moment that feels borrowed from a dream.

Mild air and lazy light, dizzy with the taste of Fullsun. Time slows down just enough for the sky to blush, the breeze to hum, and sugar to taste like poetry. Holding onto sweetness that feels half dream, half sunshine, like summer decided to sit in my hands for a little while.

Leaning against a tree like I’m auditioning for the role of mysterious boy who lives in a Studio Ghibli meadow. One hand on my face, the other holding all the unsaid poetry I never wrote, because sometimes the best lines are just vibes.

Just me, a tree, and a whole internal monologue nobody asked for. Sitting here like I’m waiting for the universe to hand me my next chapter.

Whether it’s the quiet sheen of lip color or the prism of light dancing across a palette, beauty is all about balance, subtle yet striking, delicate yet bold. Dior doesn’t just sit on the skin, it lingers in the way you carry yourself, soft, luminous, unforgettable.

Wearing the new Dior Backstage to give off my own unique radiance. A palette of possibilities, a spectrum of light, each powder crafted to illuminate not just the eyes, but the entire presence. From subtle glow to bold shine, it transforms radiance into confidence.

Beneath the golden glow of the horizon, there’s a softness that feels like the first sip of summer, the Taste of Sun. His gaze holds the calm of the ocean yet carries the warmth of light that lingers long after sunset, youtu.be/umVi_Ql8egY.

A glance holds a thousand secrets, as if the ocean whispered. The sand may shift beneath my feet, but my presence stays unshaken. The Fullsun screams louder, as the heat grows heavier, and yet I stand calm in the storm, daring anyone to look closer while never revealing it all.

A tin case that feels less like an album and more like a treasure chest, every piece inside tells a story, every detail carries a pulse of memory. From the chain that clinks like secrets, to the bandana folded with edge, to the little trinkets that scream identity.

Lights flashing, music loud, drinks everywhere. Just here pretending I actually know how to pour a drink without turning the bar into a crime scene. Cheers to being the life of the party without even trying!

I found myself drifting somewhere between the music and the chaos, present, yet a little detached. The crowd moves, conversations overlap, lights flash, but my mind lingers elsewhere, caught in its own rhythm.

Sitting still the walls echo louder than my voice ever could. The quiet wraps around me heavy yet comforting, like a pause speaks more than a scream. My silence was rewritten into the words I never dared to say out loud, etched in the air, lingering between shadows and red light.