Kinda wanna fuck around and live in a Victorian castle where you hear footsteps at night and it’s always rainy so it smells like earth and dew soaked roses. The garden behind the castle is filled with flowers and statues of angels whose eyes follow you. I’m involved with the ghosts that visit me at night and find myself in some kind of tragically beautiful mystery. I’m friends with the fae and have picnics by the lake with ornate teacups. I set out raspberries for the fairies to drink from.
Is that too much to ask for??