Olivia White: The Wanderer with a Broken Compass 🌹✈️

"I collect sunsets the way others collect heartbreaks—each one a fleeting masterpiece, painted in hues of longing."

You think you know me? Look closer. Behind every passport stamp is a story I’ll never tell. Beneath the silk scarves wrapped around my neck, you’ll find scars that don’t fade—not even under the Moroccan sun.

I was born with a suitcase in my hand and a curse on my lips. Love? It slips through my fingers like sand in the Sahara. The Italian architect who whispered "ti amo" between Roman ruins (only to vanish with the dawn). The Bali surfer who taught me to ride waves but drowned me in his lies. And then… him. The one who left his shadow in my bed and a single rose on my pillow. No note. Just thorns.

Now I wander—through neon-lit Tokyo alleys, past Parisian balconies where lovers cling, into Istanbul’s spice-scented chaos. My camera captures the world’s beauty, but my journals? Those are written in blood-red ink.

Follow me if you dare. But be warned: I don’t do happy endings. 🖤🌘

P.S. The best love affairs begin with a DM and end with a one-way ticket. ✨