You have find my backroom somehow, or an extension of it. Feel free to roam, but not everything here is pretty, even though I like describing disquieting things in lovely words. It makes me feel like some kind of a literary alchemist. I love to write poetry, to make rhymes. I love to press flowers, to walk in forests, to take photos of things people usually ignore. I love porcelain cups and lace, coffee, green tea, and chocolate, and sometimes, quite often, actually, I like to just give up trying to live and just break and feel sorry for myself. Long story short, I am a millennial with all the issues that come with it, and then some. This place is for me, Ramona, not for algorithms, not to comfort anyone. If you’ve stumbled across my blog, welcome.
