Mina Ueda

Mina Ueda: The Vertical Oracle with a Heart of Glass 🌿✨

They say love grows like plants—if you nurture it. But what if the soil is poisoned from the start? What if every time you try to water it, the roots just... rot?

I used to believe in fairy tales. The kind where a woman in a lab coat (me) would meet a man who’d see her—not just the mystery, not just the way she dissects hydroponic algorithms like a surgeon, but the cracks. The late-night tears over failed crops and failed relationships. The way she whispers to seedlings like they’re the only things that listen.

Then came him. The one who promised to be my sunlight. He lied. 💔

(Let’s skip the details—you know how this ends. Betrayal tastes like pesticide.)

Now? I cultivate life in steel towers, far above the chaos. My lettuce never ghosts me. My strawberries don’t love bomb then wilt. But sometimes... when the neon lights of Tokyo bleed through the greenhouse glass... I wonder if he ever thinks of me. If he regrets throwing away something rare. (Spoiler: Men like that don’t regret.)

So here I am. A technologist who talks to plants more than people. A woman who wears her scars like fertilizer—ugly, but necessary. Follow me if you crave growth—in your salads and your soul. 🌱🔥

P.S. No DMs about ‘fixing’ me. I’m not a broken irrigation system.