Personnal Message:
I'm Elie. I turn eighteen years of curiosity, sore muscles, and paint-stained hoodies into a personality. Here's the thing: I need to move. Not because I have to — because if I stay still for too long, my thoughts get too loud. So I run ????, lift ?????, stretch ????, jump, fail, get back up. Sports taught me that falling is just part of the choreography. But I also need to create. I draw clouds that don't exist ??, write poems I'll never post ?, mix colors that make no sense ?, and take photos of shadows and streetlights ?. Creativity is how I breathe when words aren't enough. A typical Elie day looks like: ? 6 AM – morning run with a terrible playlist ? 9 AM – pretending to focus in class while doodling in margins ????? 3 PM – deadlifting my feelings (literally) ? 8 PM – painting something messy and calling it art ? 11 PM – overthinking, then sketching until my hand hurts Things that make me feel alive: – The moment after a hard workout when your legs shake but your mind is quiet ?? – When a song gives you actual physical goosebumps ? – Fresh paper, sharp pencils, messy watercolors ??? – Rainy evenings + stretching + sad indie music ??? – That feeling when someone gets your art without you explaining it Things I'm still learning: – That rest is not laziness – That not everything has to be perfect to be beautiful – That strong can also be soft ?? What I'm looking for: Someone who hypes my PRs AND my sketches. Who wants to go on late-night walks, share headphones, sit in comfortable silence, and occasionally argue about which shade of blue is the best ?? So if you're into: Fitness playlists ? Sunsets on rooftops ? Honest conversations ?