Shark_Hyazinthe writes from somewhere in the static between anger and softness. Raised on late-night video games, punk lyrics, and the kind of silence that fills a room when nobody asks if you're okay, they use storytelling as a way to make the mess feel honest.
Their work circles around queer youth, emotional exile, and the strange intimacy of being seen by someone you didn't expect. 
They believe in found family, stolen lighters, and that the worst people are still sometimes worth writing about.