Sagittarius
The Sagittarius Who Booked a Flight Mid-Argument
I don't chase horizons—they chase me.
You'll find me where the sky cracks open and the wind smells like possibility. I speak in maps, live in motion, and laugh loud enough to scare the static. I love hard, leave harder, and never apologize for needing space bigger than a heartbeat. I'm not lost. I'm not broken. I'm not running. I'm just built like the wind.
What I'm Into: quality of dawn light, strangers' coffee rituals, hiking boots, horizon lines, the silence between takeoff and sky
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