I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.
Sixpenceee, I recently went to the Natchez city cemetery in Mississippi and saw the grave of a little 10-year-old girl who died of yellow fever in 1861. Her mom was so distraught over the death of her daughter that she had a special glass coffin made so she could see her daughter. She had stairs made to lead 6 feet underground, and sat with her daughter during thunderstorms because the little girl was terrified of them while alive.
The Haunted Dollhouse~
(I want this so very much)
I WANT THIS. I WANT A 1:6 SCALE VERSION OF THIS. I DON’T NEED A SPARE ROOM, IT CAN JUST BE THIS INSTEAD.
Yessss. I want this.
I also want a Jilli-sized version of it to live in.