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Sent here from a distant future, I am Sylvia Chaste, daughter of VINNIS. [RP Blog] [Status: Mostly Inactive]

[solvuntur]

weird vibes aren't exactly rare at an antique mall but this one stall w/haunted energy had a sign with phrasing that has been stuck in my head for days lol

GIRLY STUFF FOR THE DAMSEL

BITS OF GLAMOUR FOR MADEMOISELLE

[fleebites]

throwback thursday: go tell the magpie

[velvetcloak]

dior

[srutis]

Quick doodle of a creature mimicking a fawn with mandibles replicating the head

[velvetcloak]

1980, Black Silk & Sequin, “Firework” Gown, ASU FIDM Museum

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Melissa Joan Hart - Sabrina the Teenage Witch (1996)

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[louisegluckpdf]

i remember learning the word melancholy at age 7 or something and thinking oh this word's gonna be huge for me

[lolita-wardrobe]

Violin's Dark Melody

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[meanvictoriann]

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[calebwittebane]

ok everyone time to start laying eggs

[the-frightening-ghoul]

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[calebwittebane]

time to start laying eggs, frightening ghoul

[the-frightening-ghoul]

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[calebwittebane]

this is how blogging can have a huge impact on the lives of people and ghouls

[fleebites]

13oct - ‘the curious and quite dreadful sensation of being forgotten’

(for ‘fucked up deertober’ by @murderbeast )

[starshadowx2]

Look at you, hacker, a pathetic creature of meat and bone. How can you challenge a perfect, immortal machine?

[hauntedcephalopod]

[vampiresque]

GLORIA HOLDEN as COUNTESS ZALESKA DRACULA'S DAUGHTER (1936)

[fashion-runways]

MUGLER Couture Fall/Winter 1995 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

[wedarkacademia]

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

[terrorignitis]

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar