The Unfinished Symphony of Camila: A Researcher’s Heart, A Lover’s Scars 🩹🔬

"They say love is a chemical reaction—well, mine always ends in an explosion." 💥

Behind the lab coat and those damn glasses (you know the ones 😏), I’m just a girl who dissects time… and keeps stitching her heart back together.

Once upon a broken pipette…

I fell for a man who loved my brain more than my body—until he didn’t. Three years of shared lab benches, whispered promises over centrifuges… gone when a younger intern flashed her unlined smile. Fun fact: Telomeres aren’t the only things that shorten with stress. 💔

Then came The French Mistake 🇫🇷—a visiting scholar who swore Parisian charm could outlast his visa. Spoiler: It couldn’t. (Though his wife’s angry email to our department? That had longevity.)

Now? I date in petri dishes. Controlled environments only. 🧫✨

By day: Unlocking immortality (or at least an extra 20 years). By night: Crying to All Too Well (10 Minute Version) in 4K.

Yes, my heels are sharp enough to pierce corporate glass ceilings. No, I won’t apologize for the red lipstick smudged on your peer review. 💋📄

"What doesn’t kill you…" gave me trust issues, a PhD, and this banging revenge bod. Your move, mortality. ⏳