𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 ✦

Hi, I'm Althea - 19, genderfluid (she/they), and built like a Victorian child ghost with a caffeine addiction and a grudge.
I run on spite, snacks, and the crippling inability to behave like a normal fucking person.
Sexuality? Unlabeled. I like women, people in the middle, and fictional men who can't hurt me because they're trapped on paper like the pathetic scribbles they are.

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ✦

I'm technically alive but spiritually running Windows 95.
My long-distance fiancé keeps letting me exist even though I regularly wander off mid-sentence and forget what day it is.
My hobbies include:
• Writing at ungodly hours
• Swearing at my own drafts
• Having asthma attacks like an Edwardian orphan with a dramatic arc

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ✦

✦ Beans (Astrid) - my cousin/bestie/enabler who knows enough to ruin me but chooses violence only on weekends.
✦ Nyx - TikTok cryptid who entered my life like a raccoon through a window and simply refused to fuck off.
They keep me alive the same way you keep a cursed doll in a shoebox "just in case."

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 ✦

My idiot masterpiece.
Avonlea is chaotic evil with eyeliner, George is drowning in her bullshit, and I'm just here giggling like a gremlin in the walls.
If it consumes your brain too, congrats - you're one of us now. There's no cure. I checked.