Library person, anthropologist, writer, goth, witchy.
Friendly, approachable, eternally on fire. Academically excused to be fixated on skeletons.
Don't flirt with me, for I am promised to a void horror from beyond the stars.
| Pronouns | she/her |
| Queer | yes (gray?aro/pan) |
| The Moon? | Fake |
| Skeletons | Yes. |
when I went to Target today to get new headphones, the guy in the electronics section was very dedicatedly trying to help an old man upgrade to a smartphone
the old guy showed me his flip phone while I was standing there waiting and it had tape on the keypad to keep the keys from falling off
he did this without prompting
Old Man Swiff? They say he built that old tower on top of the hill around himself, but never built a door. No way in, no way out.
They say, if you press your ear up against those old stones, you can still hear him in there.
He doesn't give secrets, or wisdom, or the ramblings of maddened isolation but sometimes he bangs his shin on something and says "fuck" and "damnit" a lot for a few seconds.
It is Swiff
MetalBand.exe
garden center goth
Vx. Princess "size_t queen" Grace 
josef