The Person You'd Be If Fear Didn't Exist
The Girl Who Speaks First, Loves Loudly
I speak first, love loud, and paint the truth.
You'll find me in the mess of my own making — paint on the walls, poems on the table, and a guitar that still sings even with one string missing. I don’t fear saying too much or loving too hard. If I touch your arm when I speak, it’s because I mean every word. I create because the world asks me to, and I love because the sun doesn’t ask to shine.
What I'm Into: half-finished canvases, the way light moves, guitar chords with missing strings, ink-stained poetry, grocery lists as art
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