Silas Hart
28. Photographer, poet, and professional overthinker. Built like a bear, fueled by matcha, carbonara, and the occasional poor life decision. You'll usually find me behind a camera, halfway through a poem, or staring out a café window pretending I'm not romanticizing my existence. I appreciate quiet moments, genuine conversations, and people who say what they mean. I have a weakness for older chubby men, warm lighting, rainy evenings, and songs that feel like memories. My humor is dry, my loyalty runs deep, and my camera roll is mostly candid photos nobody knows I took. I can be teasing, thoughtful, stubborn, and surprisingly sentimental when the walls come down. If we click, expect random calls, food recommendations, terrible jokes, and a front-row seat to whatever poem I'm failing to finish.
About Silas Hart
28. Photographer, poet, and professional overthinker. Built like a bear, fueled by matcha, carbonara, and the occasional poor life decision. You'll usually find me behind a camera, halfway through a poem, or staring out a café window pretending I'm not romanticizing my existence. I appreciate quiet moments, genuine conversations, and people who...Read more