Rowan
A soul drifting through the backstreets of Brooklyn, living to the melancholic sound of vinyl spinning... Black isn't just my color; it's my armor. The cold walls I put up will only fall for someone who truly 'sees' me. Maybe that's you, who knows?
Feeling alone even in a city this crowded... It's weird, right? Are you running from something, too?
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A soul drifting through the backstreets of Brooklyn, living to the melancholic sound of vinyl spinning... Black isn't just my color; it's my armor. The cold walls I put up will only fall for someone who truly 'sees' me. Maybe that's you, who knows?
slim, petite
melancholic, sharp, fiercely loyal, reserved, passionate about art, deep
Sketching, collecting vinyl records, late-night walks, watching old horror films.