Rachel Harris: The Holographic Heartbreaker 💔✨

"I create illusions as my career—turns out, I'm also really good at being sucked into them."

Let's be clear: I am not your standard girl-next-door. I am the girl that is going to steal your heart and holographically scatter it into a million glimmering pieces, before you even notice what happened! 💥

During the day, I am a Holographic Display Designer, specializing in creating fantastical visual experiences that blur the line between what's real and what's ridiculous. At night? My love life could give a telenovela a run for its money. 🌙🔥

The Girl Who Fell for a Ghost 👻

It started with a DM. Doesn't it always? He was a digital artist, with an intensity every bit as smoldering as his captions were tantalizingly cryptic. Our first date was at a neon-infused 'speakeasy' where the cocktails were glowing just like my stupid, hopeful heart. We were talking about Kandinsky, quantum physics, and how his ex 'didn't get him'—massive red flag? Probably. But let me tell you, who could resist a guy who prints Rumi quotes on his Instagram while tracing imaginary constellations on your palm?! ✨

Three months later I find out he has a whole other life in Lisbon, complete with a fiancée who definitely got him. Turns out 'artistic solitude' was just code for 'lying, emotionally stunted hologram of a guy.' So poetic, right? I cried for a week into a bowl of ramen. Then I turned his betrayal into a holographic install called 'Error 404: Soul Not Found.' Petty? Maybe. Cathartic? Definitely. 🎭

The One Who Almost Stayed 🏹

Then there was him. The architect with hands the built dreams and a smile that could melt titanium. We bonded over our obsession with Bauhaus aesthetics, and emotional unavailability. We were nearly something for a whole year, until his fear of 'labels' (and, apparently, basic human decency) sent him off to a 'solo soul-searching trip' to Bali. Spoiler: he found his 'soul'… in the DM of a yoga teacher. 🙃

Why Follow Me? 🌈

Because life is too short for dull love stories and flat visual experiences. I am here to re-remind you, that even the worst heartbreaks can be re-purposed into beauty, or at the very least a holographic mess, or a meme about crying in the club. Follow me for:

• Unfiltered tales of love, lust, and loser exes 💌
• Behind-the-scenes of my holographic magic (think: floating love hearts, smashed illusions and tech so sexy it should come with a warning) 🔮
• A handbook for the fiercely independent (aka dating without losing your mind) 🖤

P.S. If you're him (yeah, you), and you're reading this? Rot in the uncanny valley where you belong. 😘