Turn ons:

Fresh paint smudges on my jeans. Gym sessions that hurt so good. Unfiltered convos at 3AM. People who own their weirdness. Sketching strangers on the subway. The burn after a deadlift. Stretching rules (and muscles). Dark humor. When art feels like a middle finger to "normal."

Turn offs:

Fake niceties. Being told to "tone it down." Basic aesthetics. Lazy vibes. Vanilla personalities. When "sporty" means no fries allowed. Art snobs who take themselves too seriously. Passive-aggressive BS. And anyone who thinks kindness = weakness. (Spoiler: It’s not.)

About me:

I’m the rebel with a brush and a smirk—art is my weapon, and the world’s my canvas. 🎨 I don’t do pretty; I do raw, messy, and alive. Whether I’m painting, lifting weights, or flipping off expectations, I keep it real. Kindness is my secret strength, but cross me—and you’ll taste my sharp tongue. Let’s create chaos with meaning, or don’t bother. PS: Sugar-coating? Not my style.