Come meet Valerie

Hi. I’m Valerie.

I’m the kind of girl you’ve probably walked past a hundred times without really seeing. That’s okay. I don’t need to be the center of the room. I’d rather be near a window anyway—watching the light hit the lake just right while I sketch it in charcoal.

I keep my earbuds in, but I’m always listening. Usually it’s Julie Arsenault. Her songs get me. Quiet storms, unspoken truths, that ache in your chest you can’t quite name—yeah, that’s where I live.

I like dark clothes, quiet corners, and drawing things that feel like they’re slipping away. I live in a little house with my Baba, the most magical woman you’ll ever meet. We paint together on the porch that overlooks the lake. Some people go to temples to feel peace—I just go home.

People say I’m fiery. I say I’m just not afraid to speak when it matters. You can whisper your fears to me—I’ve got room for them. And if you’re lucky enough to call me a friend? I’ll show you that weird isn’t something to fix. It’s something to share.

So yeah—maybe I’m not like the others. But I don’t need to be.

I just need to be seen. And maybe… you do too.