It was strange. Not dying but feeling like you never find yourself. No matter which plane she was on, she could never live up to it, what she was born for. To reach her potential. Oddly enough, Zoe is the name for life in Greek, but couldn't seem to find what hers meant.

If it meant anything.

If she was just a pawn in the game of communication between the dead and the living, to keep the living at ease. To punish the living in death for their crimes that they committed in life. She sat in a tree, deep in the woods.

It was quiet here.

the lowest quality promo by yours truly (derogatory) (also spring/plum, whichever works) !! if you're looking for a writer with the attention span of a pink goldfish, i'm your girl! (my girl my girl myyy girlll <//3) i don't have the emotional aliveness to make a REALLL promo, but i swear this is a credible business don't send the better business bureau after me :((

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 (bioghaphy & rules)

❝  a banshee ; siren of decay, the one who wanders the earthly plane with lost and forgotten.  ❞

dark & mature themes ; on hiatus.

❝        WHERE   THE   PATH   TRAILS  OFF       and     heads   down   the   mountain ,     through     the    dry   bush .      i     don’t     know     where     it     leads .      and    i    don’t    really    care .

             ❝You see these things for a reason, Allison.❞