hello , welcome to my wintery grave .. a little ghostly angel finding her way in this snow covered path of life

i am an adult , taken by my beautiful knight ♡ ⸌̑⸍͂

quiet and introverted , i keep to myself a lot but am open to making friends , regardless of my struggles to connect with people

i am a soulsborne doll , i love bloodborne , dark souls series , elden ring etc. i also enjoy other games like dead or alive , cineris insomnia , fatal frame , gothic scythe and more. i love gothic styled games hehe

i have quite a few aesthetics i am into : shirolita , white goth , cybersigilism , dark & light angelcore , slavic doll , victorian and southern goth. my colours are white , grey , red , black , and v pale blue

random facts : i love the russian language , inspire by slavic makeup / fashion , winter is my favourite , i love sophie woodhouse , elita , IC3PEAK , i love cathedrals & cemetery’s , sushi addict along with any strawberry drink , lambs are my spirit animal , angel number is ‎𝒬𝒬𝒬

DNI : support or romanticise ddlg , use abuse or self harm as an aesthetic , drama oriented , steal my edits / uploads

𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 , 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 ..

in the ghostly cathedrals , lays a lamb blanketed by snow. whose fur is dark as the voided skies and the shadows that lay below. but do not be wary , for she is gentle as the frost and freshly fallen winter ..

i have two personalities living inside of me.

winters lonely ghost and a churches gothic doll

i wish to paint a picture , of a cold , dark and very gentle place …

snowflakes kiss my skin as I lay quietly under the powdered church , a gentle breeze glazes across my ears as if winter is telling me sweet secrets. I look onto the grave stones that sit still in the snows gentle embrace , blanketed from the worries the world carries. “ oh , how I envy their peace “

my kins list is small .. I think that’s okie. my angels are chidori yoshino , marie rose n ophelia .. I may gain more in the future .. I am okie if i do not hehe ...

I am winters lonely little ghost

drifting along the snowy angelic glow

silence surrounds me as my sonnets of woe

are carried by the blizzards and snow

do you hear me ? do you know where I’ll go ?

upon the powdered cathedrals or the graveyards below

I am the winters lonely little ghost