Curiosities, grotesqueries, antiquities, and related musings from a girl who was hatched, not born.
I'm the witch who dies at the end of the fairytale. I have obsessions with natural history, the occult, and all manners of terrible and beautiful things in between. I collect curiosities, keep strange pets, and prefer to keep to myself, but I love meeting interesting people. So please don't hesitate to say hello.
She died the year I was born, though our lives never overlapped as she died in February and I was born in September. It’s the biggest regret of my life that I will never meet her.
She died two days after I was born. One of my favorite authors of all time..
(via funeral-wreaths)
Such a cool, cool lady.
She died two days after I was born. One of my favorite authors of all time..