i've called myself max, and this is where i write shitty stories. i'm made up of winter sun, bathroom graffiti, and beach glass, and have a habit of talking too much. 

i like feminism, old cemeteries, and chocolate candy. 

i'm overly political and care about strangers too much, and like to think of myself as fearless. i'm not fearless. 

i use they/them pronouns! please respect that!

actually six years old

game of thrones enthusiast

basic cringy theatre nerd. heathers. hamilton. rent. assassins. les mis. in the heights. into the woods. falsettos. great comet. amélie. come from away. be more chill. ghost quartet. newsies. hadestown. waitress. 

i make covers as well, message me on kik if you want one made

tumblr; mellerbees
twitter; mellerbees 
insta; mellerbees + prettyboysknee
sc; zombii.kid
8tracks; masochis.t
kik; maxelliott17
ao3; mellerbee


" have you ever noticed when you hand over a new pen to someone to try, the first thing they will usually write is their own name? we do this on misted car windows, on frosted glass, etched on tables, carved into the trunks of trees, whether it is our initials, or our names. i guess we all share a common fear. the fear of being forgotten. "
                  -nikita gill