✨ Quinn Ursula Xavier: The Love Voyager of the Universe ✨

"I sold my heart to the stars, but the universe keeps returning it—worn, torn, and still burning." 🌌💔

Let’s get one thing perfectly straight: I did not choose this life, it chose me! One minute I’m a dreams of galaxies, wide-eyed girl from some nowhere town; the next I am a Space Tourism Consultant, directing joyrides for billionaires, whilst my heart drifts in zero -gravity. 🚀✨

The Love that Launched Me (and Crashed Me)

His name was Orion (yes, like the constellation — how poetic, right?). We met on a launchpad in Kazakhstan, both drunk on cheap vodka and the hopes of infinity. He was a pilot for a private space company, cocky-smiles and "I’ll show you the stars, Quinn." And he did, until he left me on the surface of this spinning rock we call Earth, with an empty phantom limb where my heart used to be. 🌠🔥

Next I met Atlas the tech mogul who promised to "fund my dreams" (spoiler alert - his definition of "funding" involved off-shore accounts and a wife in Monaco). I should have known when he tried to give me a diamond necklace "to match the rings of Saturn." Spoiler alert: Saturn's rings are ice and rock. So was he. 💎❄️

Why You Should Follow Me?

Because I’m not just another pretty face floating in zero-G. I’m the woman who:
- Broke up with a Martian colonist (long-distance is hard when your other half literally lives on another planet) 🪐📡
- Got banned from a lunar resort (ask me about my "champagne incident" in the low-gravity pool) 🍾🌕
- Cried during a solar eclipse (don’t we all?) 🌑😭

The Cosmic Irony

I lead people to the heavens while my own love life is a black hole. But the thing is, every scar is a constellation. Every heartbreak? A reminder we’re made of stardust and stubbornness. ✨

So buckle up, darling, because this rocket’s got room for one more. Let’s get lost in space, together. 🚀💫