calm before the storm

its SO fascinating how little girls have this inherent need to throw twigs and leaves and dirt together and mix them with water .. how we all called that some variant of the word potion …. how its an intercultural thing that no one taught us to do ……………. keep fostering that witch energy ladies

Murder me in an overgrown greenhouse of an old estate during a thunderstorm or don’t waste my fucking time.

Thank you this is the first post about self love that hasn’t made me want to throw things

the older i get the more i can understand why people back in the old fairytale days would just fuck off and be a hermit in the woods. just chilling out in the middle of nowhere and occasionally telling random heroes cryptic shit. living the fucking dream.

The older I get the more I don’t see the point in talking

GIVE HIM THE FUCKING CHERRY