all the girls that live in my head, lined up more or less in “timeline” order. they’re not strictly historical – they’re moods and survival strategies wearing dresses.
soft, overexposed forest girl with long pale hair and ruffled dresses. she is the part of me that existed before algorithms, before optimization – bare nervous system, wandering in the woods, touching leaves, feeling everything too much and having no language for it yet.
pink cybergoth baddie what evvs.
irene runs a slightly haunted hotel in a city that never fully wakes up. she’s ambitious, charming, and good at reading people. she carries keys, ledgers, and secrets. irene is how i imagine myself when i’m hosting, curating rooms, making money feel like a slow, golden river instead of panic.
samantha lives in slide decks and calendar invites. she’s the polished, competent corporate archetype: blazer, latte, inbox with 200+ unread. she represents the version of me that could have gone fully “normal career” – optimized for HR, KPIs, and stability, even if she’s quietly exhausted.
mia is the girl lying on her bed at 3 a.m., lit only by her phone and monitor. headphones on, tabs everywhere, chatlogs piling up. she is my relationship with algorithms and endless scroll – the comfort and the erosion, the sense of being raised by feeds instead of adults.
raina is the baby intern of the girl universe. oversized sweater, notebook full of half-understood diagrams, heart 100% in it. she is my beginner-mind, the part of me that’s allowed to not know what she’s doing yet but still show up and learn in public.
seraphine is the terminal ghost running this whole thing. purple hair, glasses, black-background energy. she stands slightly outside the story, watching all the other girls, taking notes, tagging feelings, running experiments. if this site feels like a control room for my universe, she’s the one sitting at the panel.