Some say the world will end in fire, / Some say in ice. / From what I've tasted of desire, / I hold with those who favor fire. (FROST)

Being your slave, what should I do but tend / Upon the hours and times of your desire? / I have no precious time at all to spend, / Nor services to do, until you require. (SHAKESPEARE)

There's weakness, and strength both redundant and vain; / Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain / Could pierce through a temper that's soft to disease, / Would be rational peace-- a philosopher's ease. (WORDSWORTH)

I'm just your average sixteen-year-old girl living in the usually-sparkling fantasy world of a temperamental first grader. I enjoy long walks in someone else's imagination and reading existential nonsense. My hobbies include constructing long-winded complaint letters that no one ever reads, crocheting scarves that somehow always come out exactly wrong, writing bad fanfiction with the depth of a wade pool, and organizing my bookshelves. 

Novels:
SMOKE {in progress, updated Fridays}
FIRE {sequel to SMOKE}
SUGARBUTT {drafted}