I’m the kind of girl who laughs too loud but doesn’t care, who dreams in daylights but fights like midnight. My stubbornness is my armor, my kindness—my weakness. I trust too fast, love too deep, and break too easily, yet I always rise, fiercer than before. Messy hair, sharp tongue, soft heart. A paradox wrapped in chaos and quiet strength.

 Doretta Ferrett 18 y.o. Magro Flirt Caldo