@shebadbaby.tumblr.com / @badbabyla« Holy places are dark places … Holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood. »C.S Lewis, from Till we have faces : A myth retold
“I treat myself like I would my daughter. I brush her hair, wash her laundry, tuck her in goodnight. Most importantly, I feed her. I do not punish her. I do not berate her, leave tears staining her face. I do not leave her alone. I know she deserves more. I know I deserve more.”
some of my old fave spring-y urstyle sets. | "the season of singing […] is heard in our land." + 'i'm the seductive malicious forest spirit your parents warned you about.'