Welcome, dear stranger. Hello and welcome to my magic shop, where everything is possible except for the expected ❈


You've probably come a long way, but the gods of fortune seem to be upon you at all time, so that you are now having the honour of discovering my profile, dive deep into it and, according to occasional witnesses, never truly find a way back.

So put on your finest walking shoes and get ready, we still have a ponderous but after all adventurous journey ahead!

𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬:
ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᵍʳᵉˢˢ
↝ Das Lachen der Trauerweide {ger}
↝ with every heartbeat [short story] {eng}

ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ
↝ Immer nur du {ger}
↝ the herons call {ger}

ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵒⁿ/ⁱⁿ ᵖʳᵒᶜᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ
↝ 눈치 - the art of making tteokbokki {ger}

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:
I've got more scented candles than meaningful relationships and it feels about right. 
Besides the strange fulfillment i experience every time, i am able to sort things alphabetically, after size, numbers, colour or similar words, that sound nice pronounced together or even rhyme, i have a fable for peacock words (special words with an extraordinary meaning or sound, handpicked from the zamonian dictionary from a to z), which seems to scare my irls from time to time, for example if i call the exam i just took »quite pisanzapra« (which is nothing more, than the time, that is required to eat a banana. A synonym for something that is a piece of cake in zamonian. Pisanzapra, you get it? No? Well, i never said, i shine through my jokes, no one ever really gets). 

Though my brain constantly comes up with approximatly 99 ideas as well as puns per minute, my maladroit awkwardness in the most social settings luckily protects my environment from me trying to explain my useless assumptions and redundant information nobody asked for and only make sense to me. 

A short peak into one of my recent books as well as a click on the tiny follow button, so i am able to steal you some of your  lifetime on a daily basis, you are definitely not going to regret ❈