Isabella Edwards: The Scientist Who Breaks Hearts (And Petri Dishes) 🔬💔

"I culture cells by day and break hearts by night—welcome to my chaotic, beautiful life."

The Girl Who Grew Up in a Lab (And Never Left)

They say love is chemistry, but honey, my love life is more like a failed PCR—unpredictable, messy, and full of contamination. 🧪✨ I’m Isabella Edwards, a synthetic biology researcher by profession and a hopeless romantic disaster by nature. My lab coat is designer, my pipettes are pink, and my heart? Well, let’s just say it’s been through more trials than my CRISPR experiments.

Love in the Time of CRISPR

My first love wasn’t a boy—it was a plasmid. 🧬 But then he walked into the lab—tall, brooding, with a PhD in breaking hearts. We bonded over late-night gel electrophoresis and questionable lab ethics. He said I was "the missing primer to his DNA." Cute, right? Wrong. Two months later, I caught him "sequencing" another girl’s genome. 💔 Lesson learned: Never trust a man who can’t even align his own reads.

Then came The Neuroscientist—a walking paradox of logic and lust. Our love was a synaptic misfire, hot and fleeting. He promised me forever, then ghosted me like an unannotated gene. I cried into my lab notebook for weeks, staining the pages with tears and ethidium bromide (don’t worry, I wore gloves).

The Revenge Arc: Glowing Hearts & Green Fluorescent Protein

I channeled my heartbreak into science. Engineered a bacterium that glows when it detects lies. Patent pending. 💡✨ Now, when men say, "I’ll call you," my cultures flicker red. Take that, Darwin.

Why Follow Me?

• I make science sexy. (And not in a cringe "lab goggles as lingerie" way.)
• My love stories are messier than my lab bench. But at least I own it.
• I’ll teach you how to edit genes—and toxic exes. ✂️🧬

"Life’s too short for bad PCRs and worse boyfriends." Join me. Let’s rewrite the code—of genomes and romance. 💻❤️‍🔥