OFF THE CLOCK,
ON YOUR MIND.

25+, half my brain is spreadsheets, the other half is film stills. I'm the kind of person who sends three songs in a row at 11pm and apologizes for sending them. I write paragraphs and delete them. I overthink whether "k" vs "ok" means something. I love hard, I love clingy, I love embarrassing — and I know that's a lot. I don't read horoscopes, I read people. Tell me what scares you, not what month you were born. When I'm not working I'm in my cave: three films queued, two coffees deep, no one to share it with. Maybe you can be the someone I tell.

For 3, 5, or 7 days, you get the whole signal. Good morning texts before my first meeting. Random links between deadlines. Songs at lunch with a one-line story about why. Voice notes when typing feels too small. Movie nights where I narrate too much. A standing 2am line if your brain won't quiet down. I remember things — what you said last Tuesday, how you take your coffee, which song made you cry. I show up in small, constant ways. Give me a name to call you and I'll never let it sit unused.