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.
I love how you took an obscure character and made her your own. This blog is already a joy to read. - Anonymous
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i’m genuinely stunned ! like , the response i’ve been getting is the opposite of what i thought i would receive & i appreciate every kind word said . come off anon lovely so i can love u properly :))