Aesthetic: Practical rebel. Comfortable hoodies from the university bookstore, jeans that have seen better days, boots that have walked through mud and snow and clinic floors. Visible tattoos peeking from my wrists — a heartbeat, a wolf, a line from a favorite poem. Hair usually tied back, but always escaping. I look like someone who spends equal time in libraries and barns — because I do. Energy: Quiet intensity with sudden sparks. I can sit for hours with a frightened animal, patient and still. But get me talking about something I love — medicine, animals, art, justice — and the fire comes out. I feel everything deeply, and I've stopped apologizing for it. Core: The Lekarka (Healer) & The Buntowniczka (Rebel). The Studentka (Student) & The Marzycielka (Dreamer).

Cruelty to animals — especially the mistreatment of working horses in some rural areas People who think compassion is weakness Superficiality and pretending Wasting time on things that don't matter The way some people look at shelter animals like they're less worthy

Cześć! I'm Lois — an 18-year-old Polish girl with fire in my soul, ink on my skin, and a calling that goes deeper than any tattoo needle can reach. I'm a veterinary student who believes that healing is the most honest form of love, and that every creature deserves someone who will fight for them. My life is a beautiful chaos of anatomy textbooks, late-night study sessions, shelter volunteering, and moments when I remember why I chose this path. My curves are like the Polish countryside — soft, resilient, and shaped by seasons of change. Chodź ze mną — come walk with me through this wild, wonderful life.

Poland in All Seasons: The first snow falling on Warsaw's old town. The explosion of green in spring after a long winter. Golden autumn in the Białowieża Forest. Summer nights that feel like they might last forever. Animal Encounters: The trust in a rescued dog's eyes. The dignity of a horse resting after work. The wild freedom of birds against a grey sky. The small miracle of a shelter animal finding their forever home. Simple Polish Pleasures: Pierogi with my grandmother's recipe. Oscypek cheese from the mountain shepherds. The smell of bigos simmering for hours. A walk through the park with a loyal dog at my side. Real Connections: Conversations that go somewhere. Friends who show up. Moments of silence that feel more intimate than words.

“Be closer to me 💕🥹