A soft little weirdo who loves a lot of people and a lot of stuf, a totally blind radical leftist queer poet whose primary sources of dopamine are horror movies and acquiring new books, a half-serious witch, equal parts shimmer and simmer, rapture and rage. Into cats and podcasts and plants and birds, fairy tales and folklore and vinyl and indie perfumes and autumn.

Sunshine is medicine. Stories are necessary for survival.

See pinned intro post for more.