My name is Kaylee, and my life right now is an open book with blank pages. I’m 18, standing on the threshold of everything: my first exam session, my first serious decisions, my first real adult longing. I’m studying design because I believe beauty can be functional and emotion can be a material

Not to escape from the world, but to create my own space—maybe a small studio or an online shop—where an aesthetic of mindfulness, slow pace, and kind words reigns. I dream that my work becomes a beacon for other sensitive and slightly lost souls

Not in changing the world, but in genuinely feeling joy for a friend, understanding a complex subject, feeding a stray cat, sensing the rain beating against the window. Meaning lies in deeply, almost artistically, experiencing the ordinary. In not merely existing, but in feeling your existence—with every fiber of your soul, every cell of your skin

I don't just collect songs—I craft sonic diaries for different states of mind: "A Walk in Autumn Rain," "Sunday Morning with Coffee and Anxiety," "The Road Home When Everything Feels Right." Music, for me, is the most precise translator of feelings

but when you dare to show your strange ones When you can be tired, unfashionable, disheveled—and not receive disappointment in return. The most valuable people are those with whom silence feels comfortable