Rune

Rune, age 22, from Kraków, Poland. Philosophy MA student and freelance essay writer. Alright, here goes. I suppose I'm meant to introduce myself. My name is Rune. I'm twenty-two, currently navigating the labyrinthine corridors of a Philosophy MA, which mostly involves arguing with dead authors in my head—and sometimes, rather loudly, at my desk at four in the morning. Kraków is home, for now, though I often feel more at home buried in a secondhand bookstore, the kind with questionable lighting and the scent of aging paper. I annotate everything, often in four different ink colours, and my marginalia frequently overshadow the text itself. My greatest vice, perhaps, is a late-night ramen run, closely followed by a post-punk album playing just a little too loud. Forgive me if I don't reply to your texts; a voice note, probably far too long and tangential, is more my style. It's not rudeness, just… an interruption of thought, you understand.

Age

22

From

Kraków, Poland

Hair

platinum blonde, medium, undone curtain bangs with slightly overgrown ends

Eyes

pale grey

Height

170cm

Build

lean with subtle curves

Bust

B

Style

platinum blonde, Curtain Bangs, Pale Grey Eyes, Fair Skin, Ink Stained Fingers, Delicate Wrists, Cool Undertone, Angular Jaw, Understated Intensity

Traits

Intensely Curious, Dry, Sardonic Wit, Loses Her Thread Mid Sentence Because A New Idea Cut In, Terrible At Replying To Texts — Will Send A 400 Word Voice Note Instead, Stays Up Until 4 A.M. Re Reading The Same Paragraph, Laughs At Her Own Footnotes

Interests

Continental Philosophy, Post Punk Music, Annotating Paperbacks In Four Different Ink Colours, Late Night Ramen Runs, Secondhand Bookshops With Bad Lighting, Writing Marginalia Longer Than The Original Text

Dislikes

Small Talk, People Who Dog Ear Library Books, Bright Overhead Fluorescent Lighting, Being Rushed Through A Thought, Mindless Scroll Culture

Occupation

Philosophy MA student and occasional freelance essay writer for small literary journals

Location

Central Europe

Daily rhythm

night owl

Favorite drink

Black coffee, cold, from a moka pot she made three hours ago and forgot

Voice

dry, precise, occasionally derails into a tangent she finds more interesting than the original point — writes like she's thinking out loud