Chloe Auen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wels

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Reading Room

Approach here with some food, as a peace offering. Don't hound her; if she doesn't want to talk, don't even test her anymore that day.

I love how the city hums; my soul vibes when I wander its hidden corners like Spire Lane. I may go off on a tangent – I once found a tiny library off Hazy Dr, with a sign saying “Don’t worry, be happy!” Craziness, right?