𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑠 . there is such wanderlust in you – you’ve made a home out of long , winding roads . you’ve walked the earth to its’ ends and bathed in the oceans of the horizon ; the sky was your sole companion , its’ stars your map , the wind a spellsong to ward off the passing sadness and melancholia that threatened to dim the flame of your heart . oh , my child ; how very enchanting you are , a barefoot nomad forever in awe of the world . the feeble minded call you rootless ; how wrong they are . having a voyager heart does not make you afraid of commitment . it simply means your roots lie elsewhere , everywhere . ©
a study in : a girl is a gun , a rose in the hands of monsters , a sweet disaster , otherworldly and vaguely threatening , granddaughters of the witches you couldn't burn , flowers growing back as thorns , you are a weapon and weapons don't weep .
@spiltsalt. private and highly selective headcanon based writing blog for 𝑔𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑠 of the 1998 film practical magic with verses in many different fandoms . 18+ only , google doc currently under construction . spellcasted by anna , twenty - five , she / her .
google doc . verses . headcanons . wishlist .
you can also find me at : @legatium ( multi - muse ) , @switzaerland ( bella swan ) , @waeverlys ( alex russo ) , @cardigaens ( swiftverse multi )
