They Nappin’

The Ancient Kiss ✨

Annie Easley, Rocket Scientist. 

𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 - 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟔)

Livre de la Vigne nostre Seigneur; France, 15th century; Bodleian Library, MS. Douce 134, f. 49v

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

tumblr has become a safe space for me recently. other sites like tiktok and instagram, and especially twitter (which i refuse to call X and is also notorious for ppl horribly misrepresenting the goth subculture), are so overstimulating that tumblr is just a nice breath of fresh air. there are people who post about things that i am genuinely interested in on here and the ppl generally just seem way more down to earth and relatable. it's nice to have a space that i can post about anything and have a community separate from people i know irl too bc i feel even safer to just be myself without having a second thought about what ppl in my life might think. i can just share my thoughts and interests and it's so much easier to find like-minded people to follow on here, too.

tumblr is like the library of social media. relaxed, yet loaded with information and cool things to see and the people who come here are usually looking for the same thing i am; some peace and freaking quiet.