My brain is an imaginarium of riding giant black cats through the sky; bathtubs full of glitter; secret doors to secret worlds; leaving windows open for Peter Pan; running skyclad under the Full Moon; kissing poetry on naked bodies; designing clothing for faeries; sleeping in tepee tree houses; conversing with the trees; Moon Gazing; feathers in tangled hair; forest dwellers; wildlings; making love in fields of flowers and lit-up forests; circus peopwith bat wings; masquerades where we speak only in poetry; a mad prince wile th braided hair; making friends with ice bears; learning the language of love from whales; flying pirate ships; treasure hunting under the sea; post-apocalyptic fairy tales; lovers sharing furry little problems.
I have a deep and abiding love for wolves and foxes, and may even be a wolf who sometimes wants to be a fox. I like forest tea parties and people with animal heads and balloons. I like roadtrips that take place at twilight. I like walking in light rain. I’m a post-apocalyptic faery tale Prince with a teddy bear army. I’m a wayward Victorian with my head in the stars. I’m an amateur herbologist and a skateboarding freedom fighter for equality. I’m an adventurer and a boy wonder and a boy warrior. I’m a tea-drinking Earth-loving Lost Boy searching nonstop for my connection.
Gas masks and glitter bombs; Fairy-tale Post-apocalyptic Prince; Vampire circus; Lycanthrope lovers; Rat speakers, Fairy-tale logic; Riding black cats through the stars; Tree hugger society; Wizard Culture; Leaving windows open for Peter Pan; Friends of Lions; Whales mean love; Riding Ice Bears through the snow, the sky filled with aurore; Making love in fields of flowers; Tea parties on roof tops; Feral poet; Pirates excited by astronomy; Gypsy caravans full of flowers; Throat biters; Spookster dandies driving hearsts, Boy Warriors; Lost Boys holding dirty hands; Fabulous KillJoys; Story Tellers.
I’m a Story Teller, please read my stories ~
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