good morning!! lets go work on the tan š
hellish.cav
Iām bringing this energy into 2023
at the end of the day all that matters is rot and dust and broken hair on the bathroom floor and dried blood in the kitchen sink and a hunger that will never be filled
i have this constant feeling that i cant place. its a flux between nostalgia and fear, like im craving something new but the idea of doing that something new makes me feel sick. i am in limbo in my brain, walking around aimlessly hoping something out there will figure out where im supposed to go.
i want to do so much but also nothing at all.
Ok. Thank you. Carry on.
silly billy bruised her knee
ā Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Vintage house interior
'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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