A witch in love with nature, games and art.
ᴛᴀɢs: ᴠɪɴᴛᴀɢᴇ, ᴡɪᴛᴄʜᴄʀᴀғᴛ, ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴍᴜsɪᴄ, ʙᴜʏᴀsᴀᴘ, ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs, ᴛᴇxᴛ, ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ, ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ, ᴍᴇᴍᴇ, ᴀʀᴛ, ᴍᴇᴅɪᴇᴠᴀʟ, ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ, ᴅɪʏ, ғᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴛᴇᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ, ᴇᴍʙʀᴏɪᴅᴇʀʏ, ғᴏʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ, paperwork, shinto
“Remember?, Three years ago, the Baker house?.”
“You were murdered by Jack.”
“You died there, three years ago.”
There are so many faces: those who are dear, those who make you feel guilty and the one who left a scar across your entire lifeline.
(via lanrre)
I am not my body, not my mind or my brain
Not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA
I am the observer, I’m a witness of life
