I don’t want to sell you anything.
Not a dream. Not a perfectly curated life. Not a version of myself that fits neatly into a grid.
I’m tired of the performance, of feeling like every thought, every quiet moment, every fleeting joy must be turned into something digestible, something valuable, something worth liking, sharing, saving.
This space is not a brand. It’s not a business (anymore). It’s not a carefully constructed identity.
It’s just me. Messy, inconsistent, restless.
Some days, I might spill my heart onto the page. Other days, I might disappear.
Not everything will make sense. Not everything will be beautiful.
But it will be real.
I don’t want to think about algorithms. I don’t want to package my existence into neat little boxes.
I just want to create. To feel. To be.
To let this space breathe the way I do; expanding, contracting, shifting with the seasons.
This summer, I will wander. Mentally, physically, spiritually.
Through quiet mornings and unfamiliar streets, through moments that don’t need an explanation.
And if you want, you can come along.
Not as an audience. Not as a consumer.
Just as someone who is also here, also living, also letting it all unfold.
<3,
AP
(AND ONE DAY I’LL UNCOVER WHERE THAT GD 10% OFF POP-UP CODE IS and remove it. Until then….)