hi angels ✧
call me ferchi-> the girl with a messy ballet bun, a cat that acts like he pays rent, and a brain half in finals season, half in a late-night diary from 2003.
i live in that strange space between “put together” and “please don’t look too closely.”
my eating disorder isn’t an aesthetic here, it’s just part of the static in my head, the background noise i’ve learned to move through. tw because i’m not pretending it doesn’t exist. bmi 15
i’m graduating in a few weeks and i still don’t know if i’m entering adulthood or glitching out of girlhood. maybe both. maybe neither.
think: laptop stickers, ballet tights drying by the window, cold brew on an empty desk, and a suitcase always halfway packed.
this page is my archive, not aesthetic perfection, just honesty with a pearl-gloss filter.
i write about discipline, ambition, the little dramas of being twenty-something, and the thoughts that crawl in when the world gets too quiet. tw for the real stuff.
if you’re here, welcome to the corner of the internet where we’re all figuring it out in our own messy, sparkly way.
stay awhile. read the pages. don’t expect perfection, just a girl trying to keep her spine straight and her life straighter
✧ page in progress
✧ she/her
✧ ballet shoes, textbooks, late nights & nine lives (the cat’s, not mine)
✧ pro recovery but not my path. i’ve learned to accept my ed and i’m living a good life despite the fact that i live in a calorie deficit and over exercising daily.
tags:
#inner weather-> my thoughts
#coffee and quiet-> food logs + productivity
#paper thin pages-> diary like + routine + discipline + me
#cold brew & chaos-> deadlines + messy brain
#ballet log-> training, progress, technique notes, routine.
#daily page-> short updates, daily entries
#tw: intrusive thoughts-> when the head gets loud and i need to vent safely