the angel remembers her past lives like dreams.
her song held up meadows. her blade drove back darkness.
her wings carried her across the ages.

i have done a poor job of maintaining the site over this wild patch of my life.
i've taken a bunch of content down for various reasons. some of it will be back when i get the wherewithal to make sure it's secure.
thank you for caring about me—or simply being curious.
unfortunately, i suffer from pretty severe agoraphobia and other issues that have, over the years, made it really hard for me to talk to people and maintain relationships for extended periods.
i'm still working on getting better, something i didn't realise would be this hard; all the same, i have made strides towards happiness i didn't think were possible. ♥ alice (03.20)