Forever Wishing My Bridge Didnt Reject

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Found the perfect whimsigoth blanket on Amazon

at the end of the day all that matters is rot and dust and broken hair on the bathroom floor and dried blood in the kitchen sink and a hunger that will never be filled

I just wanna be a little witch of a small town. I want the neighborhood kids to tell ghost stories about me. I want the townsfolk to question what that odd fellow is doing out in the woods. Is that too much to ask for?

ig; serenee.c , ju_seonyo

velvet, flowers and lace. what could be better?

look at life as less of a race and more of a stroll. you get to set the pace. you get to plan your route. you can divert from the path sometimes, maybe even abandon your previous one altogether. you don’t have to keep up with those in front of you or slow down for those behind you – where they are has nothing to do with you. when you get tired, you can rest, and when you feel energized you can speed up. in any way, it’s a walk you’re on. and it’s your walk to be on. how you get through it and how you accommodate yourself and who you link arms with is up to you.

Hanbutvintage