A reel. A Florence Welch lyric. And the realisation that shame had slowly convinced me emotional honesty was something to hide. On longing, feralscripts, and refusing to become emotionally silent.
A chaotic rant about reels, writing, and refusing to brand myself like a protein bar. Featuring algorithm rage, supernatural boyfriends, and the slow, glorious death of my follower count.
What do you get when you mix grief, spores, feral blog energy, and a very patient designer? Apparently, a logo. This is the story of how "reverb and teeth" became a legitimate design brief .
An open letter to the person I’m still hoping exists. The one who’ll mock my spiral, send cursed memes at 2AM, and finally make life feel a little less unbearable.
A metal writer. Three deadlines. One Pearl Jam song on eternal repeat. An honest, chaotic dive into ADHD, music hyperfixation, and emotional survival on loop.