coldscars: took the title of a song I love and played with it until it became my name

I write because I don't know how to stop. I've tried, numerous times.

I worry about my grammar too much, it doesn't matter. A lot of the things I worry about don't really matter.

I'm sensitive to smells. These I love:

• marsh labrador tea (Rhododendron tomentosum)
• tar
• freshly cut grass
• the moment just before rain
• smoke in the chilly winter air
• tobacco that's been sitting in the top drawer of a nightstand
• coffee and a cinnamon bun hot from the oven

I'm looking for a place to belong. I'm tired of all the noise.

Finland. She/her.