house of Laine

I started House of Laine because my life was becoming too ridiculous not to document.

What began as late-night diary entries and half-finished notes in my phone slowly turned into this – an archive of stories, observations, bad decisions, beautiful moments, and the occasional public spiral.

I’m currently surviving college in a small coastal town that somehow manages to feel both painfully boring and deeply chaotic at the exact same time. Most days I’m balancing classes, existential crises, overpriced coffee, and whatever disaster decides to unfold next.

This blog is not a guide to having your life together.

It’s about growing up in real time. The messy version. The funny version. The lonely version. The version people usually crop out before posting online.

Expect stories about relationships, friendship fallouts, identity crises, embarrassing moments, beauty rituals, late-night thoughts, and whatever else ends up permanently altering my frontal lobe that week.

Names and details may be changed because I enjoy avoiding lawsuits and awkward eye contact.

Everything else is true.

Welcome to House of Laine.

my girlhood, unfiltered