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Maria Eduarda (Mary)
28
@libertytodream
Balneário Camboriú, Brazil
Chapecó, Brazil
Portuguese
English
German
Japanese
Korean
About Me
I graduated as a Fashion Designer, I'm studying Fashion Business and Digital Marketing, as well as German, and I work as a Personal Stylist. I love language learning, art, music, fashion, crafts and everything that touches my soul, really. My favorite thing on earth is to be around pets, especially mine.
Requests
No pervs and no machists!
Hobbies & Interests
Intelligence
Positivity
Flowers
Museums
Bubble baths
Winter
Dreaming
Dogs
Rain
Respect
Romantic evenings
Poems
Day Dreaming
Honest Friendship
Fantasy
Fairy Tales
Greek Mythology
Charity work
Sightseeing
Ice skating
Arts and crafts
Art Galleries
Fashion Design
Listing to music
Singing in the shower
Singing
Traveling
Computer games
Languages
Design Drawing
Translation
Freelancer
Fashion
Creative
Artist
Photography
Student
New York City
London
France
Central America
Caribbean
Brazil
Street fashion
Japanese Fashion
Design
Fashion photography
Disney Movies
Comedies
Vegetarian
Panic! At the Disco
Pop/Rock
Favorite Music
Kpop, pop, pop-punk, rock
Favorite Movies
The Greatest Showman
Favorite TV Shows
Outlander, Once Upon a Time, and Anne With an E
Favorite Quotes
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
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