angel f-b / 30 / midwest
shapeless
scentless
soundless
formerly kissingrats

she moved like she was underwater. I could tell she saw me looking, even without her head.
It’s a good neighbourhood, and a nice house, even if we can’t leave. By now we’ve all learned you stay in your room after dark. No matter how loud the footsteps, or violent the scratching, or how long it spins the knob on your bedroom door back and forth, cooing to come in.
I love locking my door like… you’re not coming in lmfao
The Fern Cat, Remedios Varo