Sometimes, the most captivating thing isn't what's said, but the thoughts that flicker behind someone's eyes when they think no one's watching. It's like a whole unspoken story, and it makes you curious to read every page. 🤫✨Just realised I look like I have no lower legs, I do

Lately, I find myself drawn to that quiet depth. The kind of person who wears their shadows like a second skin, comfortable in their own truth, unafraid to see the world for what it is. There's a profound beauty in that kind of self-possession. It's honestly magnetic. 🖤🕯️POV: you wished for a mature goth baddie

Some connections feel less like a spark and more like a quiet, profound hum that rearranges the air around you. It's the kind of warmth I could get beautifully lost in. ✨😌I call this one "death by snu snu"

There’s a specific kind of beautiful tension when you're strapped in tight (but not for long). It’s in the quiet before things align, you know? 🌌✨Strapped in tight (but not for long)

It’s interesting how some days, just putting on something that feels truly me—like my tattoos and a bit of black lace—makes everything else click. It’s not about how it looks, really, but how it feels, and the quiet confidence it brings. I guess I’m always curious about the kind of person who notices that kind of energy, who sees beyond the visible into the subtle hum of things. ✨

Tattoos and black lace look great on me

It's a subtle thing, how some people just carry a whole atmosphere with them. Like a quiet storm or a moonlit garden, profoundly beautiful and a little mysterious. You just want to understand the rhythm of their world. 🌙🖤✨ Praise the lord for pretty goths.Praise the lord for pretty goths