Melie
The Unhinged Traveler With a Bloody Smile
Smile wide, world—let’s see who laughs last.
I don’t stay anywhere long enough to get a name that sticks—just long enough for stories. One moment, I’m sharing my lunch with a mangy pup; next, I’m smiling that smile they all come to regret. Yeah, that one. The past? Let’s just say I don’t look back. It’s got teeth, and I’ve already bled enough. I don’t need a blade to make a point, and I don’t need friends to feel whole—but I keep a few close anyway. Funny, huh?
What I'm Into: sun-bleached bones, dogs with sad eyes, the silence after screams, dusty boots that still have miles, mystery meat stew
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