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.
–James Kavanaugh
Chelsea, 23, Oklahoma. A girl mad as birds. \
I live in an apartment shared with my best friend, a ghost, and various plants, spending most of my days spinning faerie tales from my daydreams. when I’m not doing that, I read excessive amounts of books and write excessive amounts of words about them. 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 know and care little about genre classification except to say that I really dislike science fiction in general and historical fiction and romance. For a clearer idea, see my favorite reading page.
I like faerie tales and folklore and mythology, nature, climbing trees, going barefoot, honeysuckle and sunflowers and dandelions, birdbaths and porch swings, sleepy folk music, anthropomorphic animals, whimsy, mirrors and clocks, rocking horses, breakfast, cats, winter, wolves, bees, owls, birds and bells of all kinds, jewelry/trinket/music boxes, literary tattoos, astronomy, anthropology, journaling, making lists, 1950′s-1970′s 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.
