if I buy a 17th century castle overlooking a small european town hidden by a vaguely sinister forest, does anyone want to come and join me?
activities include: watching old films in matching silk nightgowns, weekly baking of patisseries and heart-shaped macaroons, and elaborate rituals under the full moon.
girls, angels, ghosts, dogs and witches all invited…
Adulthood is literally just a cycle of spending every waking minute wishing you could go to bed until it’s actually time for bed and then it becomes the absolute LAST thing you want to do because going to bed is the thing that makes tomorrow happen and then you have to do it all over again