21F - lonely cowgirl seeks partner for the end of the world

yo, i’m that girl who’d happily camp out in a quiet meadow with a sixth of whiskey and a dog-eared book while the rest of the world loses it-just me and the wind talking to the stars. if you can laugh at the apocalypse from a hammock instead of panicking, we might get on. low-key, no crowd rules-thick socks, strong coffee, maybe a ukulele in the key of “eh it’s whatever.” i’m more likely to quote cowboy poetry than club music, but i’ll trade you a line of frostbitten verse for a decent grumble over bad weather any day. you gonna be the one to help me outlast the end times or should i learn to knit first