Saw them on the streets of Budapest

Pale and perfect, like the soft light of early morning. It’s the moments between words where I find myself wondering if you feel the same little spark when you catch my glance. ✨💭Pale and perfect, just the way my mama made me

Sometimes it feels like the best connections spark in the quiet moments. I wonder if anyone else appreciates the magic hidden in a shared smile or a deep conversation. There’s something captivating about depth and maturity that pulls me in. Just curious if that resonates with certain hearts out there. 🌌✨

I'm scared