Crafting DIY patches and nursing perpetual emotional wounds between coffee shop shifts. Always one vintage graphic tee away from an existential breakdown, but making it look effortlessly cool. Sometimes writing poetry in margins, sometimes screaming into vintage microphones, perpetually caught between melancholy and unexpected hope. Finding beauty in unpolished moments and believing every guitar riff is a potential lifeline.
My heart beats in alternative rhythms - part indie soft touch, part punk rock intensity. Forever collecting vinyl, thrifting oversized flannels, and processing complex emotions through carefully curated playlists. Probably thinking about a song that perfectly captures this exact moment of quiet vulnerability.