Hermetically Sealed

I am a hurricane and a cloud. A walking metaphor, a living dichotomy. Forever perfectly imperfect, girl in a tree with legs swinging wildly in glee.

Hermetically sealed so that the world doesn’t get in.

Or maybe so that my soul won’t get out.

I love a good cup of tea, a fresh ream of paper, treasure-hunting at flea markets, vintage furniture, art deco, architecture, and things that a lot of people would consider a little morbid. Death rituals and customs from around the world fascinate me, as well as the science of the body. Needless to say, Im probably just a tiny bit eccentric and Im ok with that.

Pet peeves: the word “packet”, inauthenticity, licorice, and garbage day.