#‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: interactions. she opens her mouth and a thousand different voices come pouring out. ›

[foggedgrief]

soft  now  while  she  sits  in  the  sunshine  to  breathe  in  the  day  and  exhale  the  night,  this  is  a  woman  more  god  than  man  but  aren’t  all  women  this  way  ?,  crave  salvation  all  you  want  sweet  dove  but  someone  will  find  it  between  your  legs,  pour  out  the  blood  of  christ  for  he  is  not  worthy  of  your  lips,  and  sing  the  songs  that  call  to  your  heart  and  they  will  set  you  free. 

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: aesthetic. strip away the designer labels and there is still someone worth knowing. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: answered. with her you will have answers but no satisfaction. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: interactions. she opens her mouth and a thousand different voices come pouring out. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: headcanon. she’s not the kind of girl who walks through the fires of hell，she set them. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: mirror. swirling black fog at her feet serves as dark warnings. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: musing. girls like you learn at a young age that white dresses mean more than innocence. ›

‹ ✦ ˚ ofelia: wanted. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. ›