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Character:
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i’m the kind of person who falls in love with cities just by walking their quiet streets at sunrise. i believe in eye contact that says more than words ever could, and in love — the brave, soft kind that finds you when you're not looking but secretly hoping.
my head is often in the clouds. i daydream a lot — about places i haven't been to yet, about people i might meet, about moments that feel like scenes from movies. i write letters i never send, and keep journals filled with half-formed thoughts, lyrics that stayed with me, and dreams i’m not quite ready to say out loud.
i’m sensitive — maybe too much sometimes — but i think there’s strength in feeling deeply. i notice the way someone’s voice changes when they’re tired, or how the air smells right before it rains. i cry during movies, even if i’ve seen them a dozen times. i believe songs remember things we forget, and that flowers can teach us about softness and resilience. peonies are my favorite — they bloom slow and full, l
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Interests:
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traveling, listening to music, running, swimming, hiking, journaling, playing the piano, photography, stargazing, dancing in the kitchen
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Her Type of Man:
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i’m not looking for someone perfect — i’m looking for someone real.
someone who can laugh until it hurts and sit in silence without feeling awkward.
someone who isn’t afraid of feelings, who hugs like he means it — like his arms could hold the world still.
i care about eyes that truly see, hands that feel like home, and a heart that dares to stay open.
he can be quiet or loud, serious or playful — as long as he’s alive in the way he feels and kind in the way he lives.
i dream of someone i can get lost with — in a new city, in a conversation at 2 a.m., or in music no one else understands but us.
i’m not looking for a half — i want someone whole, so that i don’t feel like i need to hide parts of myself just to fit.
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