✧・゚:* 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒆 *:・゚✧
a name wrapped in velvet and thorns.name: echo
age: eighteen (november born. cold hands, warm rage.)
pronouns: she/her
mbti: intp — the dreamer with a dagger
zodiac: scorpio☽ ✦ vibes — writes like she’s unraveling
— carries silence like a sword
— hopeless romantic with commitment issues
— raised by books, built by ghosts
✦ currently watching: smallville, arcane (always), criminal minds
reading: your mind
writing: love letters disguised as breakdowns
listening: jazz, rain, and that one song that ruins you
✦ obsessions — lipstick-stained coffee cups
— tragic characters who never ask for help
— mirrors in dark rooms
— soft sweaters & sharper tongues
— the line between love and ruin “i don’t want to be understood. i want to be felt.”
⛧ 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ⛧ for your eyes, not your fingers.
✧ my writing is personal — do not repost, plagiarize, or claim as your own. ever.
✧ no AI use on my content. don’t feed it to bots.
✧ don’t edit, translate, or adapt my stories without permission.
✧ no unsolicited critiques. this isn’t a workshop — it’s a diary with teeth.
✧ you’re welcome to reblog with love. leave a kind comment if it moved you.
✧ if something triggers you, feel free to scroll away. i always tag sensitive content.
✧ respect the characters and ships i write — even the dark or messy ones.
“i write to survive. please treat my survival with care.”


















