Welcome to the part of my brain I don’t usually let out in public.
This is the feral corner. The glitch in the matrix. The thoughts that pop up uninvited and say “You up?” at 3:14AM.
It’s not a diary.
It’s not a portfolio.
It’s not even organized.
It’s just raw, unfiltered Soph:
✨ Unexplainable obsessions
✨ Possibly cursed ideas
✨ Deep spiritual truths like “I think my plants can hear me”
✨ And the occasional breakdown over how much music I listen to (spoiler: it’s… a lot.)
If my main blog is curated vibes, this page is the weird little goblin in the backroom banging pots together and whispering secrets to the moon. No context. No edits. Just chaos.
You’ve been warned 💖
I Might Be 37% Music
9/10/2025
✨ In August, I listened to
🩷 10 days, 16 hours, 2 minutes
of music while awake.
That’s ~35–39% of the entire month.
Let me rephrase:
I was awake for like 3 weeks…
and 1.5 of those were soundtracked.
Music isn’t just background noise for me — it’s a whole-ass limb. I don’t remember what silence sounds like. I’m pretty sure if I turn off my headphones, I’ll just hear my neurons sizzling and my trauma humming.
🎧 Sometimes it’s bimbo hyperpop.
Other times it’s scream therapy in 3/4 time.
If the aliens show up, they’ll probably say,
“We came because of the playlist.”
And I’ll be like,
“Sorry about the horny country remix of Lady Marmalade but I was crying in the shower, so…”
Semi Secret Sophie🌙✨ 