I was born to catch dragons in their dens
And pick flowers
To tell tales and laugh away the morning
To drift and dream like a lazy stream
And walk barefoot across sunshine days.
Chelsea, 24, Oklahoma. Glittering growling girlmonster, equal parts shimmer and simmer, rapture and rage. Seeking to balance simplicity and positivity with awareness and action, to be immersed in the world without being destroyed by it. I will eat you alive with my bloody mouth always smiling.
I live in an apartment which I share with my best friend, a black Lab guide dog called Magnus, an orange pumpkin cat called Jack Kittington and various plants. I am a totally blind middle school English class volunteer, Braille transcribing student and aspiring children’s/young adult librarian. In my free time, I spin faerie tales from my daydreams, consume excessive amounts of media and write excessive amounts of words about it. My main ambition in life is to be a cat. I wish I lived in a treehouse in the forest.
I read children’s literature, faerie tales and retellings, magical realism, horror and mythic fantasy, among other things. I do not read much science fiction, historical fiction or romance. My film and television preferences are consistent with my literary ones.
I’m interested in personal identity, sex and sexuality as abstract concepts that don’t directly relate to me, bodies and how to live with/in them, feminism and social justice issues and all the million different ways to be a girl.
I like faerie tales and folklore and mythology, climbing trees, going barefoot, honeysuckle and sunflowers and dandelions, birdbaths and porch swings, sleepy folk music and sugary-sweet pop, anthropomorphic animals, mirrors and clocks, breakfast, cats, winter, wolves, bees, owls, birds and bells of all kinds, jewelry/trinket/music boxes, literary tattoos, journaling, making lists, 1950s-1970s era horror films, poetry, the smell and physical weight and pages of books, handmade jewelry, handmade everything, floral perfume oils, snail mail, long flowy skirts, ghost stories, graveyards, urban legends, libraries and run-on sentences.