Hello. If you ask politely, I’ll tell you what my name is.
I’m twenty-three years old and was born under a full moon on the sixth day of May. I’m a sporadic nomadic currently living in a moon-bleached desert, but I feel much more comfortable in the rainy forests of the Pacific Northwest and hail originally from there. I have a wide taste in music. I’m a bibliophile, a sesquipedalian, a synesthesite, and I am pretentious. Writing is how I breathe and I occasionally take pictures of things I find beautiful. I am most comfortable in a cozy sweater, jeans, and my hiking boots. I am a lover of wolves. I hike, I swim, I walk, I read, I watch movies. The best things in life come with a warm blanket, a good book, a cup of tea, and someone to share it all with. I smoke when a friend is willing to share. I make lists and keep track of beats in songs to keep myself calm. Listening to the coyotes howl outside my window helps, too. I don’t sleep at night, I never have.