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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❛ i’m not interested ! —— ❜ frustration a rare colour upon her palette , but not quite unheard of if the situation somehow mixes it in / sulfur a scent she’d rather not allow to drown out her vanilla , nor become accustomed to . ❛ —— i’m sure there are others more worthy of your presence . ❜ sarcasm dripped unkindly , rosie oozing of disdain .