Meet us under the rose bush thorns, where the earth smells the dampest. We’ll rest on the mossy rocks and be glad we’re too small to suffer for too long ⋆。𖦹°⭒.✦ ݁˖ ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆。☆ ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆。☆ .✦ ݁˖ ⋆。𖦹°⭒
I missed tumblr!! I miss my aesthetic escape and making internet friends!! I love to chat!!!
Can’t access my old blog from 2013 @dreaming-of-roses (used to be cherriecoughsyrup)
Current poetry account @septembersmelancholysoul
All my personal posts are my own pics! Some old, some v new!
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ interests !! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Music ⋆˚࿔ Lana del Rey, Nicole Dollanganger, Leonard Cohen, Lou Reed, Mazzy Star, Cocteau Twins, Fiona Apple, Bjork, Gorillaz, Pink Floyd, The Moody Blues, Phil Ochs, Fairport Convention, Denzel Curry, Mars Argo, Cozy St Jane, Field Medic, Broken Social Scene, Crywank, Samia, Dandelion Hands, Coma Cinema/Elvis Depressedly, Florist, Big Thief, Soul Coughing, Lil Peep
Movies & Media ⋆˚࿔ Natural Born Killers, Silence of the Lambs, Steel Magnolias, Serial Mom, Scott Pilgrim, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Hunger Games franchise, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Princess Tutu, Kill la Kill, Yuri Kuma Arashi, Love Live, Evangelion, Six Feet Under, Adventure Time, Stranger Things, AHS, Meat Canyon/Papa Meat, Creepcast, Wendigoon, Supermega, EWU, Northerlion
Fave Authors ⋆˚࿔ Kathy Acker, Nabokov, Kafka, Fitzgerald, Camus, Tolstoy, Marcus Zusak, Dostoevsky, Chris Kraus
Hobbies & Interests⋆˚࿔ sewing, reading, rougelike video games, exploring cemeteries and urbex, gardening, comic cons/cosplay, getting tattoos, finding new music, trips to the museum and botanical gardens, 20s-70s fashion, 60s era history, swing dancing, true crime, sunbathing just to get burnt, petting pigeons
The angels sing songs to each other to pass the long days away. Sweet dreams float by on the breeze. Lullabies to lull the young ones back to rest under the soft green grass.
Hallowed halls of the long forgotten synagogue teem with more mites and flies than past congregation. they feed of what once was breathing life into the rotten wood paneling walls. What’s left are whispers of wishes and prayers to a god that never cared enough to listen
Nothing stops a girl from having her fun. Scars are par for the course for the life of a party girl. Let it bleed and let me have my fun I’ll be gone tomorrow if I’m lucky