La Chatte Noire
Je m'appelle Sophie.
Cats. Corsets. Marilyn Manson. HIM. William Francis.
Halloween. Oddities. Gothic Subculture. British Literature.
Victorian Era. Seattle. BDSM. Macabre. Obscure Beauty.
Soulmate Blogs.
Mrow?

I think Tumblr has been ruining my life. I wasted a fucking year on this website, reblogging meaningless pictures, obsessing over blogs of people who I will never know, and none of it is real. This virtual reality is poisonous and it causes people to forget what reality is. You can’t live a fulfilled life from behind a screen. I don’t know that i’m deleting my blog, but i’m getting the fuck off of here.  

"Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness."
Vladimir Nabokov (via wayrd)

(Source: marisais, via rosemortem)

in-the-flat-field: Peter Murphy
"People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die."
Plato (via drownmywill-tofly)

(Source: eternalsages, via rosemortem)

just-collecting-dust: A Beauchene Skull, also known as an exploded skull, is a disarticulated human skull that has been painstakingly reassembled on a stand with jointed, movable supports that allows for the moving and studying of the skull as a whole or each piece individually.