When I was a little girl, writing stories was my outlet. I had hundreds of notebooks filled to the brim of stories where my own life, mind and worries would be put into fantasy worlds and magical characters- these worlds, and these characters, for a long time, were the closest thing I had to a friend. At 25, I no longer need far off places and princesses trapped in towers to share my story, and instead, I shared my very own story to a sold shopping centre filled with people at the first stop of my Book Tour (which, by the way, was the biggest crowd they’ve ever had!) Thank you for sharing your night with me, thank you for sharing your stories with me, and for allowing me to share mine with you. Thank you for the abundance of art, letters, flower crowns, stimming and squishmallows. Thank you to @dymockswaurnponds for hosting me, to @gem.the.label for dressing me, to @alyssa.the.stylist for the photos. Thank you for showing me how beautiful your fairytale can be when you choose to outwardly, openly be yourself. Geelong, you were a dream. Sydney and Melbourne... you’re up next. Link in bio.