Pixie-led girls who stray from the path aren’t the sort to worry too much about breaking traffic laws. They have their own limits painted indelibly on their palimpsest skin for wolves to read.
–Caitlín R. Kiernan
I live in a little blue house with my best friend, Miranda, her black Lab guide dog, Magnus, my wild, clawing black cat, Morpheus, and various plants. I’m a totally blind mental health advocate. In my free time, I dream, sing, consume excessive amounts of media, and write excessive amounts of words. My main ambition in life is to be a cat. I wish I lived in a treehouse in the forest.
I read primarily children’s literature, fairy tales and retellings, magical realism, horror, mythic fantasy, and the painfully personal. I also read the occasional romance. I don’t read much science or historical fiction. My film and television preferences are consistent with my literary ones.
I’m interested in girls, personal identity, stories as a means of survival, sex and sexuality as abstract concepts that don’t directly relate to me, bodies and how to live with/in them, mental illness, and feminism and social justice issues.
I like fairy tales and folklore and mythology, climbing trees, going barefoot, honeysuckle and sunflowers and dandelions, birdbaths and porch swings, sleepy folk and pop music, anthropomorphic animals, mirrors and clocks, breakfast, cats, autumn, wolves, bees, birds and bells of all kinds, jewelry/trinket/music boxes, literary tattoos, journaling, making lists, fanfiction,1950s-1970s era horror films, poetry, the smell and physical weight and pages of books, handmade jewelry, handmade everything, floral perfume oils, snail mail, peasant skirts, ghost stories, graveyards, urban legends, witches, libraries, and run-on sentences.