My dream? To laugh until I cry, kiss in the rain, travel with no plans, and love someone who feels like the best kind of adventure 💕✈️🎡.

Some days I feel like a walking contradiction — confident and insecure, chaotic and calm, open and distant all at once 🌀🎭. And I used to think I had to fix that. Now? I write about it. I live through it. I wear all my layers with pride. There’s power in embracing your complexity instead of hiding it.

I’m a quiet soul with a storm inside 💭. I feel deeply, speak honestly, and often get lost in the galaxies of my thoughts 🌌. I believe in real connections — in love that’s wild, flawed, and breathtakingly human 💙. Yes, I’ve been hurt. But I still open my heart — not because I’m naïve, but because I believe in the kind of love that finds you even in the mess 🌪️❤️. I’m not trying to impress — just to be seen. Truly, softly, clearly. And maybe… to find someone who sees me in the quiet, when I’m not trying to be seen at all 🌙✨.

Give me a rainy afternoon, a good book, soft music in the background — and I’m in my element 🌧️📖. I love slow, quiet moments: lighting candles, sipping coffee, and letting time stretch out without pressure ☕🕯️. I find comfort in little rituals — journaling, rearranging playlists, baking something sweet when the world feels too much 🍪🎶. I don’t always need company, but I love meaningful presence — even in silence. If you ever want to spend a Sunday doing absolutely nothing, just peacefully existing together — I’m your person 🧺🫶

My day flows with calm rituals. Morning tea in silence 🫖, a walk or stretch in sunlight 🌞, and maybe some pages of a book before emails and reality kick in 📖📧. I move through the day like I’m steeping — slowly, fully, without rushing 🧺🌿. Evenings are for warm food, soft blankets, and deep breathing. It’s not thrilling — but it’s honest. And I love that. 🌕🫶