I am a collection of organic molecules called Rochele. Genderqueer. My pronouns are she/her/they/them. Body positive, bisexual, intersectional feminist. Seamstress for the band. Made of love and swear words. Made of stardust. INFJ-A. Taurus. Quirky. ADHD. Glasses enthusiast. Sucker for fresh flowers and coffee. Recently separated. Surviving a global pandemic. Writing bad poetry and hitting publish without second guessing myself; no longer trashing my drafts. Owning my shit.
I live in Vancouver-ish, BC. I love a clear, blue sky and I enjoy waking up with the birds. I love sunrises and sunsets, sitting on the beach being introspective, laying under the stars and doing the same. Clear eyes and a full heart, feelings my feelings.
What I’m doing with my life: I just finished a 6,960 day chapter and I’m in the process of writing the next. I fill my spare time by reading and writing poetry, sewing, trying new recipes, enjoying a hot bath, and making playlists. Occasionally I can be found behind my telescope. In warmer months you’ll find me ignoring my garden from a hammock. Always: being a soft tomboy on the internet.
These days I’m trying to find joy in the simple things. Things like reading poetry to anyone that will listen, solo dance parties, and car karaoke. I hope I never take cuddling or holdings hands or being in the presence of someone I love for granted ever again.