About

Luck is what God gives to you. Risk is how you play the hand you are dealt.

I like making stuff. I don't really like talking about what I make that much. I'm processing a lifetime's worth of trauma, and this is the result.

My brain works like a collage. That's how I make most of my art. Scraps of notes. Cut out bits from magazines. A snip of a conversation I'm hearing. Black out sharpie to carve poems from thick books. Song lyrics I heard on the radio, replaying the hook. I know not all these words are mine, I didn't say them first, but I did cobble them together to create a new verse. I'm channeling truth through the static. Nobody's home, but there's still a light on in the attic. ;)

Every medium can be ripped apart and put to new use. It's a metaphor for wanting to be able to rip myself apart at the seams and reassemble myself indefinitely.

As far as magic goes, I am just making it up as I go along. I have never done and will never do black magic. I pray to God and all the angels and mother Mary all the time, I light candles for my patron saints and ancestors and the bodies buried in the earth below me, and I only enchant for peace, prosperity, and probability. Stacking the deck. Putting a few extra aces up my sleeve. It gets a little chaotic, sure, maybe. But if it's not in line with God's will, then it will not come to be, and I have to let go, because it is God's way of protecting me. He has something bigger and better coming along! You cannot manipulate people's free will for very long - that is the devil at work, and he charges too high a price for those stolen goods. I will not sell my soul for a single fucking thing in this material realm, or in any other timeline or dimension.

ONLY PLACES TO FIND ME ON THE INTERNET:

>> PINTEREST AESTHETIC // @slq___

>> INSTAGRAM OFFICIAL // @sarahlee________

>> TWITTER STFU // @spoiled_______

>> YOUTUBE COMING SOON // @quimbalicious

IF IT IS NOT LINKED HERE, IT IS NOT REALLY ME!

Please be mindful of scammers online pretending to be me. My phone and accounts were hacked 2021/2022 (& ongoing), resulting in all of my personal photos and writing being stolen. I do not consent to my words, images, and likeness being used in any way other than that in which I am currently representing myself here on this website and on my own accounts listed above.

If you have not spoken to me live in person at my home in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, please be aware that you are not speaking to me. I will never text, call, email, DM, snail mail, or otherwise contact another human being under any circumstances. All incoming and outgoing calls/messages from my phone are being monitored, blocked, intercepted, or otherwise rerouted. If you contact me or anyone you think may be me, you are doing so at your own risk. I write this here to stand as a warning, because I have no other way of protecting you from the darkness. Increasingly a recluse and agoraphobic, I do not leave my home without my husband Luis and/or our two sons, so if you think you caught me outside, think again.

I will also never ask you for money. If anyone has asked you for money posing as me, or saying they will give the money to me, you have been scammed. Please contact me in person with any evidence you may have. I have been unemployed since mid-2022 due to my mental health (major depressive disorder, suicidal ideation, anxiety). My goal is to be self-sufficient through my writing here, so I can continue to focus on my mental health recovery. The ONLY way to support me: please buy my first e-book of poetry, I, of the Small Moments available now on Google or Amazon! Tips are also kindly appreciated. This is my only source of income. Your support helps me to keep writing and making art, keeps a roof over my head, keeps me watered and fed.

For as long as I am living, this work will grow and breathe along with me. I am endlessly editing, hence why I have been reticent to publish any of my writing until recently. Even in doing so, I do not feel like I am ever going to be finished working on anything. 

Thank you for taking a look at what I am creating over here in my own little world. Sorry for being feral and not knowing how to interact appropriately with others in polite society. "All we saw around us were mean and hurtful things, which left us with no taste for kindness." I'll still be over here putting in the work, whenever the world sees fit to pay any mind to it, that's not my business. (It still hurts.) Good luck and God bless. I hope you enjoy this mess. Now, turn off your computer and go play in the dirt.

<3 Q