I unapologetically love witchy aesthetics. I love dressing in dark mori like some sort of hippe/goth hybrid that crawled out of a forest. I love spaces filled with herbs, candles, oils, trinket boxes, rocks and lots and lots of jars filled with things. So many jars. jars for miles.
Look at them eyes…how could one say no.
this cat is prettier than me
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
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It’s easy to love someone when they’re happy. What’s hard is loving someone when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2am because everything came crashing down at once.
I want this one moment. It’s what I want in a relationship, which might explain why I’m single now. It’s kind of hard to- It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it- But it’s a party! And you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining, and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end. And it’s this secret world that exists right there, in public, unnoticed that no one knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them? That’s what I want out of a relationship or just life, I guess. Love. Blah. I sound stoned. I am not stoned. Thanks for dinner. Bye!
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.