Im down here naked/ /theres a hole in my chest

limonite mud and stalactites

Some call themselves witches and read cards, drink tea, and have an aesthetic. They are people who have been hurt and use the label for comfort.

(real witches take advantage of this)

They’ll try to make you feel sorry for them, anything to get a hug or entry to your life and loved ones, your number, all in the first meeting. They’ll be friendly in a way that’s unsettling. You will think, ‘this is weird… but they seem nice maybe I’m being too harsh, and I should give them a chance’. Don’t.

They’ll approach you, with a smile like a thief trying to get close commit credit fraud, but it’s you they’re after.

Remember the rules of fairytales, and tell them nothing. Take nothing. Be polite. Don’t give your name. Be vague.

Don’t hold let them hold your hands, or hug you. Be brisk and get out of there. Nothing is worth your life.

Ao3 as the quiet, unassuming book nerd that's secretly freaky as fuck