the origin story

where the nice girl bled out.

sam lowe.

names were omitted out of pity. not mercy.

“a baddie with a baby,
a life-long vendetta,
and a dog one attitude adjustment
away from juvie.”

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not a phase.
a precedent.

ᕯ (the lore) ᕯ

➺ prelude:

originally from jersey. childhood? absolute garbage. mentally blocked out. thriving anyway. studied government at UT austin (got intro’d to chopped & screwed elitism—never recovered), decided an office job would give her existential dread. instead: backpacked half the world with three dollars and actual vibram five fingers. (not a plug / an exibit) moved to new york city. started off sharing a futon with her best friend/lil sister in a one-bedroom apartment with four girlies. ended up living in madonna’s house as a live-in nanny. (reread it cuz i said what i just said.) casually went on tour with madonna mdma tour (exhibit b) through the middle east while navigating a 2.5 year old before the iPhone. (ended up in abu dhabi without diapers and a victoria secret angel yelled at me—wildly strange experience.) came back to nj. took her first yoga teacher training. weird vibes to be honest, but we proceed. moved to australia. did the entire fiji/new zealand backpacker/couchsurfing thing with her best friend. met the local boys. immediate 0/10. not our finest romantic chapter.

➺ karma era:

built her first business out of a hope and a dream — bodhi yoga academy. what started as a yoga studio in a tiny room in the back of a building, turned into an industry-wide-known training academy spanning over 30 global retreats and trainings across asia, europe, and central america. think: thailand, nicaragua, morocco, italy — and everywhere in between.​ later she landed in boulder, colorado, where she co-launched a donation-based yoga studio and a sliding-scale tuition model years before “inclusive pricing” became a trend.​

in 2018, she got bored of the wellness industry and built something totally different — rocky mountain clean & green. (exhibit c) this endevour was mostly at first an act to subsidize dumping a long term boyfriend but turned into a successful eco-friendly cleaning company where the minimum wage is $25/hr and the motto is: make the world a little less shitty. because if you're gonna mop floors, you might as well burn capitalism and dump your boyfriend while you’re at it.​

➺ current era:

she got married / had a baby (redacted for plot relevance) sam’s currently based (again) in boulder with her daughter and her dog. (<3) she’s finishing her J.D. at syracuse law with a focus on using that degree to protect people who get lost and overlooked in broken systems. she’s honestly living her wildest dream.

she’s been underestimated, romanticized and misquoted — but never boring.

this is not a redemption arc. it’s a soft launch into something unbothered and healed.

“they gave me girls. i made us a gang.”

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♥

these are my prayers.
not holy. not humble.
just the rawest shit i say out loud
to make the world obey.
i don’t beg. i declare.
every word is a spell.
every line,

a contract.
i don’t hope it happens—i say it
and then it does.

accidentally became the villain by telling the truth out loud.

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this is where the truth stops apologizing.

if you came from @samseesworld—
welcome to the director’s cut.

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this site is where i archive what doesn’t fit in a caption.

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