Hi, I’m eighteen, and I feel both free and a little lost in this vast world. Right now, I’m trying to figure out who I want to become, while working at a small coffee shop and dreaming of traveling. My friends say I’m a constant source of ideas, which we then bring to life together late into the night. I love capturing moments with my film camera and keeping a journal where I write down all my wildest thoughts. At eighteen, I believe that something truly incredible awaits me, and I’m absolutely ready for any adventure.

Cozy rainy evenings with a cup of hot cocoa and a good book, spontaneous train trips to nearby towns, live music at small concerts, the aesthetic of old film photos, and long, heartfelt conversations with friends until dawn

Hypocrisy and people who pretend to be someone they’re not, stifling heat without air conditioning, injustice when others’ opinions are upon me as the “right” way to live, and the overpowering smell of cheap perfume in enclosed spaces