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I am not tied down to any aesthetic, i want to be a princess but i also want to be a blood sucking entity that eats men.

We keep delaying the work of returning to ourselves, just to stay faithful to the chaos that’s been hurting us all along.

when you’re filled with love it’s easier to notice all the beautiful things and feel the love all around <3

finding a kindred spirit is like discovering a magic broken blade and then finding someone who reforges it for you in an ancient star-fueled forest

why do i have to talk about it? why cant you just look inside my brain and see the things i cant say and how overwhelming it is when im trying to process it?