Warning: This may ruin your life.


“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best. Even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does, it can be lost so easily.”
-Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
Dear Reader,
If you are seeking a friendly blog update from a bubbly college girl for the mildly amusing or occasionally heartwarming life observation, I implore you: look elsewhere.
This short, somewhat depressing, but hopefully impactful online journal entry involves melodramatic situations, self-help books, fires, and it begins as any of its kind typically do: too good to be true.
The story began as I moved into my shabby yet lovable house right across the street from my college campus last August, ready to take on my junior year

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Aspiring writer and fashion editor, fondly looking to the past to find answers for the future. Advocate for the unconventional, seeker of adventure. Spokesperson for authentic femininity and supporter of Oscar Wilde's aesthetic movement. Ballerina, violinist, traveller, storyteller, hopeful sommelier. Masculinist. Aesthete. I left my heart in the 17th arrondissement of Paris, France. Can usually be found pointing out that the emperor has no clothes on, escaping angry mobs, and making a mean chicken piccata. Indigenous to cafes, New Jersey diners, and antique stores everywhere. Working part time at a combination of all three, somewhere in Kansas. These are the musings of a modern-day nonconformist.


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