Welcome to my little corner of the woods, where ink meets earth and every word is steeped in lavender, sage, and starlight. I write with a teacup at my side, a candle flickering nearby, and a head full of moss-covered memories and moonlit magic.

My stories bloom from forgotten forest paths, the pages of dusty grimoires, and the lingering scent of herbs crushed between fingers. I'm drawn to the quiet kind of magic-the kind that lives in roots, dreams, and the hush of dusk.

You'll often find themes of:
🌿 Witches with wild hearts
🌙 Curses, rituals, and ancestral magic
📜 Soft power & fierce girls in flowy skirts
🪻 Healing, hauntings, and herbs that whisper
🕯️ Found families & secrets buried beneath the soil

I believe every story should leave a little magic behind, like herbs drying on the wall or the last glow of moonlight through your window.

Currently writing:
Nothing Yet

Let's grow a garden of stories together 🌾
Read gently. Dream wildly. Write like the forest is listening.