I want a cottage with a stream behind it and a forest that goes for miles on and deer are seen peeking out from the branches. Tea is brewing and my garden’s flowers are blooming. I am at peace with the world and full of kindness.
An enormous, buff, stitched-together reanimated corpse man is living secretly in my woodshed.
someone: why do you read so much soulmate shit it’s cheesy
me internally: uhh probably because i’m obsessed with the idea of unconditional love and someone who won’t abandon me. the idea that i am destined for love and therefore inherently lovable means more to me than i can express with words, and compounded with the idea of someone who will love me forever, the concept of soulmates truly appeal to the (large) part of me that makes me feel that i’m going to die alone
People be saying that Christine was stupid to go with Erik when he appeared in her mirror because of the whole stranger danger crap, but it Gerard Butler or Ramin Karimloo appeared in my mirror dressed in 19th century clothing I would follow then too tbh
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