Self-proclaimed writer and singer.
Others-proclaimed cynical bitch.
22 years old, more jaded than I should be.
Feminist, intellectualist, agnostic.
SuperWhoLockian, Loki fangirl.
A little pretentious.
A little hypocritical.
A little condescending.
But I also follow a pagan spiritual path, and occasionally I’ll notice little “superstitions” that I can’t shake.
All I’m saying is, I took off my unicursal hexagram necklace last night - a necklace that I blessed for health and protection - because my dad’s a bigoted prick that would mock me if he saw it. I forgot to put it on this morning. This is the first time I’ve taken it off in over a year.
This afternoon, my otherwise healthy dog dropped dead in the yard.