Well, look who it is—
i see you found my little internet hidey hole. congrats, or condolences—depends what you were looking for.
a few things:
who i am?
dread. princess of the storm tower. occasionally not an idiot.
i write songs. i start storms. i sometimes behave.
if you’re here for the story: Coming soon if you’re here for the noise: browse the chaos below
if you're worried about belonging:
i don’t claim the castle. i barely claim its version of magical america.
what i do claim is the storm that grew up in hexachussetts.
hogwarts, the marauders — they aren’t mine. the woman who created them built walls I don’t stand behind.
what is mine are the dreads and their constellation of idiots, and every misfit, runaway, half-myth and impossible thing who decided legacy was meant to be rewritten.
trans and queer witches and wizards belong here.
always.
yours in trouble and chaos,
e. dread










