I just wanna be a little witch of a small town. I want the neighborhood kids to tell ghost stories about me. I want the townsfolk to question what that odd fellow is doing out in the woods. Is that too much to ask for?
happy yule, merry crimmus eve, eat food n try to be happy
fell down the rabbit hole of lesbian history yesterday so here’s some of my favourite photos i found of lesbians throughout the 1900s <3
(pretty sure these were all 1900s but i can’t fully remember so feel free to correct me if i’m wrong)
charleville castle, 2007
i love talking to people in real life and being like “oh yeah i have instagram but i don’t really use it… i don’t have facebook or tiktok or anything like that either… idk i just don’t want to waste my life on social media, i prefer to live in the moment” and then i go home and spend 12 hours a day on tumblr
the 5 love languages are:
- Sharing a blunt
- All forms of cooking
- Being incredibly stupid on purpose
- Collaborative hating
- Ignoring things
forever wishing my bridge didnt reject
edib / graphite
Nathaniel • femalepentimento
'98 baby, she/her. ur fave pagan goth bitch. a lil dramatic. my body's not a graveyard. ask me stuff, i dont bite
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