#coquette goth

[strzwbear]

i want you to stab me with your knife.

[dropdeadgorgeousdoll]

Just a girl obsessed with the history of the Salem witch trials ♡

[nephalea]

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

[victoriaswillow]

📷 Alex Hoffmaister

Weeping Willow v2

[heavensentbabe]

𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭

[r0ckst-4r]

[goodnightngoth]

i’m in love with this new hand mirror 🥀🦇

[vampirenymph]

♱ ♡ Peter Thomas Ratajczyk Steele ♡ ♱

January 4, 1962 - April 14, 2010

[morxwar]

[mossyv4mp]

may you never forget me.

↑ this one is an edit i made for this, please don't steal! you can credit me tho 🦇

[worldvixi]

2 a.m. Currently.

[1stlovemegently]

Who am I?

I ask myself this question more and more.

It was slow yet seemed fast transformation.

I started watching feminity videos

I just wanted to try out my natural hair and stopped dying it different colors

Next I started wearing wearing a little bit pink here and there.

The next thing I know I'm no longer suited to hold the title of a Goth anymore.

Sure my place is Darkly Inclined decorated

I have an Unhealthy obsession with Jhonen Vasquez

I still feel like me but the fact that when someone looks at me I don't scream I love hanging out at cemeteries and listen to Goth and Metal music. Makes me feel like apart of myself is missing

And I HATE how people say I can just put the make up back on if I feel insecure.

Because it's not that easy for me I need to feel comfortable in my make up and clothes

Because when I feel comfortable wearing and dressing in black I want to feel like me and not that I am not who I am so to speak. Which I'll always be this girl on the inside

But my outside

My outside wants to look like this

So who am now, I ask myself and I guess I'll just have to wait and see how the world treats the new me.

[rienafoutre]

[emy-higgins]

[loundervenus]

the moon in paintings✨🌙

[heavensentbabe]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫