ersatz¹.
early 30s ▪︎ tme² ▪︎ white ▪︎ disabled
Eleanor, wondering if she were really here at all, and not dreaming of Hill House from some safe spot impossibly remote, looked slowly and carefully around the room, telling herself that this was real, these things existed, from the tiles around the fireplace to the marble cupid; these people were going to be her friends.
hub to many sideblogs. i block if i need to and i do not like when people seek me out to ask why.










