Policy

 If you're looking for the Terms & Conditions, you can find it here.

Last updated: July 24 2025: happy birthday sammie! the big 4ZERO. it's hell here. i hate it.

 

At hazearella, your privacy is treated like a soft blanket and a cup of chamomile tea — comforting, warm, and never invasive.

 

🌸 What Information I Collect

When you visit, I may collect:

• Basic cookies (for analytics and site functionality)

• Your email (if you choose to sign up for freebies or newsletters)

• Comments or feedback you choose to share

I do not collect your inner thoughts, browser tabs, or the number of times you’ve cried watching The last Mufasa scene from The Lion King; the animated version.

☁️ How That Info Is Used

I use your info to:

• Understand what content makes you click, giggle, or keep coming back for

• Send newsletters or updates you actually want (and if you don't, lie to me)

• Keep things safe and friendly

Your info is never sold, shared, or handed over to shady marketing companies. Cause honestly, I'm too lazy to even do all of that.

🛑 Cookies

This blog may use cookies — not the kind you dunk in milk, but the kind that helps load faster or track traffic stats via Google Analytics.

You can turn off cookies in your browser at any time. You are still welcome here, cookies on or off. I get it. Really, my paranoid ass does.

📬 Email List

If you sign up for updates, freebies, or zines, your email will only be used for that purpose. I promise not to spam you, overshare my trauma dumps (I will TRY not to), or sell your info.

You can unsubscribe anytime — no hard feelings. I have over 80k unread emails as we speak, again, I get it.

🧚‍♀️ Third Party Tools

This blog usees:

• Google Analytics

• Pinterest widgets

• Flodesk email signup forms

Each of those services has their own privacy policies — feel free to check those for more details if you're curious.

💻 Questions?

Email me at hazearella [at] gmail [dot] com if you have any questions about this policy. I’ll reply as soon as I finish raging against night sweats or as soon as I find the 2yo's lost bottle... again.