Margarita Verner

Just some happy memories from this year’s Birthday celebration.
Apparently I am that lucky to have friends crazy enough to give you original painting of as a birthday present 🥹
I don’t know how I deserve to have you in my life.. 🫶🏻

I am so grateful to have this happy memory.

“Adult Costume”
on paper.

As a child, I thought adulthood would arrive like an awakening.

One day I would simply understand everything—how to make decisions, how to be confident, how to know what I was doing with my life.

Instead, I just grew older.

The body around this child soul kept aging. It collected back pain and wrinkles, but somehow never became an adult.

Because mortgage and exhaustion don’t make you grown-up.

The need to ask an actual adult if you’re allowed to do this or that never really disappears. You fill out forms, pay bills, make impossible decisions, and still find yourself looking around for someone older, someone wiser, someone who will tell you what to do.

Someone who knows.

But no one comes.

You never stop feeling like that child who used to try on their parents’ clothes and walk around the house pretending.

Only now you’re standing in front of the mirror, looking at your reflection—

and the clothes finally fit.

But they’ve never felt more wrong.