More interested in the stories of the dead than the drama of the living. 🥀
​I’m the person you’ll find wandering through Victorian cemeteries on a Tuesday afternoon, documenting the best weeping willow headstones and wondering who lived behind the epitaphs. My ideal Friday night involves a cup of coffee, a stack of used books, and a playlist that sounds like a rainy night in 1980s London.
​I’m not looking for a "casual spark"—I’m looking for something deeper. A soulmate. Someone who isn't afraid of the dark, literally or metaphorically. If you can debate classic literature, appreciate the silence of an old graveyard, and don't mind a bit of lace and leather, we’ll get along just fine
