rosie holt.
do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.one of his.
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❛ my mom used to tell me about a woman who’d just moved down the street from us , saved her life . . . our lives . . . from something evil . ❜ the same evil that boiled beneath her porcelain canvas / tainted blood ran through these veins . ❛ —— what was it ? ? ❜