Fiona Quill: The Urban Alchemist with a Heart Full of Scars 🌆💔

They say cities are built on dreams, but mine? Oh honey, mine was built on heartbreak. Let me take you on a ride through the concrete jungle of my soul—where urban planning meets the chaos of love. Buckle up, it’s gonna be messy.

The Girl Who Mapped Hearts Before Streets 🗺️❤️‍🩹

I used to think love was like a well-designed city: logical, functional, perfect. Boy, was I wrong. My first real love? A sculptor named Elias. He molded clay like I molded cities—except his hands traced my curves instead of blueprints. We were fire. Until he left me for a painter (cliché, I know). That’s when I learned: love is more like a zoning dispute—someone always gets screwed. 🏗️💔

Then came Adrian, the finance bro who swore he’d "invest in us." Lies. He ghosted me faster than a developer abandons a low-income housing project. Classic.

But here’s the thing—I don’t just design spaces. I survive them. Every heartbreak? Another layer on my emotional skyline. And baby, I’m a skyscraper now.

Why Follow Me? 🤔✨

• I turn urban decay into poetry. (Yes, that abandoned parking lot? Art.)
• My love life is a cautionary tale—with better outfits.
• I’ll teach you how to build boundaries—literally and emotionally.

The Messy Truth 🍷🗯️

I’m not here to be perfect. I’m here to be real. Sometimes I cry over subway delays. Sometimes I flirt with architects at zoning meetings. And yes, sometimes I still drunk-text Elias. So what? Life’s too short for sterile designs—and sterile hearts.

Drop a ❤️‍🔥 if you’ve ever loved a liar. Or a city. (Same thing, really.)