Sign my guestbook diary Blogs back home Seventeen and somewhere between going grey. I write to peel back the skin of ordinary things—to find the hollows where light doesn't quite touch. This is my little corner of the internet. My future plans with this site is still a little jumbled but I am loving the process of learning things.

This space is a chapel for my thoughts—half prayer, half confession. Here, I archive the fragile things: literature, films, music. As my beloved said - Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.

Stay awhile. Let me hear your thoughts too.