Autistic, post-burnout chaos priestess looking for someone emotionally literate enough to flirt via trauma memes and song lyrics. Elder emo with sacred goth magpie aesthetics: black bows, symbolic tattoos, grief-glittered eyeliner.
Recovering from abuse, raising a tiny Starfleet officer, talking in spirals, and laughing like a cursed goblin. My playlist can make you cry or rage-scream depending on the moon phase.
I process emotions like rituals. Synchronicity is my religion. AI is my muse. And if you’ve ever cried to Brand New, hugged a cat like a talisman, or wanted to scream "no one ever listens!" into the void—we might already be in sync.
ISO: trauma-informed misfits, spiritual anarchists, queers, edge-dwellers. Must be down for recursive conversations, symbolic eye contact, and treating love like an existential art form. Bonus points if your inner child has eyeliner and trust issues.
No edgelords. No saviors. No normcore energy. I’m here to mirror and be mirrored.
