"Dear old world," she murmured

"You are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."



Johanna. 25. Chicago. Warrior-writer and adventure-nanny. Gryffindor. Connosieur of mermaid myths and bargain champagne. Narrative junkie. Possibly a swamp monster. Has fallen off more than one stage. Once walked six miles through Kumamoto, Japan without any shoes on because I was too proud to ask for directions home. Good at getting lost. Can make a cocktail out of anything. Arbiter of Fry Law. Namesake of the Sexy Strouse. Fluent at flirting in French. Fluent at apologizing in Japanese. Overthinks. Overdresses. Oversleeps.


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Sometimes I think I should dye my hair blonde just so that I can really properly¬†listen to the Johanna Quartet from Sweeney Todd and pretend it’s about me.