*takes lid off of a pot filled with cherry blossoms and old bones and black silk, glowing yellow eyes and long hallways and thousands of tiny glass beads*
I don’t even know, it’s still simmering. It smells like cemetery dirt and champagne.
*puts lid back on*
*takes lid off of a pot filled with cherry blossoms and old bones and black silk, glowing yellow eyes and long hallways and thousands of tiny glass beads*
I don’t even know, it’s still simmering. It smells like cemetery dirt and champagne.
*puts lid back on*