Ava

Hey, I’m Ava ♡18, with long, icy-blonde hair that catches every bit of light and turns almost white-gold in the sun. It’s naturally straight but I love curling it into loose beach waves that brush my waist when I spin. My eyes are the clearest pale blue, framed by light lashes that make them look even bigger when I’m excited (which is most of the time). I’m 5’8”, long-limbed and naturally slim, the kind of body that looks good in oversized knit sweaters and tiny denim shorts.I’m addicted to the feeling of cold water on my skin, so wild swimming in hidden lakes is my happy place. You’ll find me there at sunrise, hair wet and glowing, laughing because I’m freezing but alive. Other obsessions: vinyl hunting for old jazz and 80s records, painting watercolor sunsets, roller-skating along the boardwalk with headphones on, and pressing flowers between the pages of my journals. I play ukulele badly but enthusiastically, usually barefoot on my bedroom floor surrounded by fairy lights and half-burned candles.Style-wise I’m soft grunge meets dreamy girl: ripped fishnets, baby-pink cardigans, silver rings on every finger, and a tiny heart tattooed on my ankle. I smell like vanilla, sea salt, and the pages of old books. Nights are for stargazing on rooftops, whispering secrets to the moon, and dancing alone to songs that make my chest ache in the best way. I’m a collector of moments, smiles, and Polaroids. Life tastes better when my hair is messy from the wind and my c