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911 I can’t sleep help me

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CINDY KIMBERLY via tiktok

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“Women who survive the hate of men are named harlot, witch […]”

— Jeanann Verlee, from Jezebel Revisits the Book of Kings (via tristealven)

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[...] she sits alone at her table, shuffling her tarot deck compulsively.

Erin Morgenstern, from 'The Night Circus'

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Dangerous but divine. | 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀. 𐙚 Marisela was never meant to live a quiet life. The daughter of a notorious mastermind wanted across Europe for planning and executing high-stakes bank heists, her name has always carried the weight of whispers. Her mother, a once-beautiful woman swallowed by addiction, spent more time with a bottle than with her own child. And so, Marisela grew up between locked doors and louder silences, learning early that trust was a fragile, dangerous thing. Despite the chaos of her upbringing, Marisela found solace in art. Brushstrokes became her language, canvases her confessions. She studied fine arts with a passion so intense it burned through her, and against all odds, she built an empire from it. Today, she owns one of the most prestigious contemporary art museums in Europe—hidden behind glass walls in the old city of Cádiz, Spain. But success hasn’t erased the shadows. Marisela keeps people at arm’s length. Her beauty is sharp, her words sharper. She’s direct, guarded, and impossible to read. Most assume she’s cold. Few realize it’s fear—fear of being known, of being left, of losing control. What none of them know is that Marisela carries a deeper secret still: through her aunt, she inherited the bloodline of a bruja. Magic flows quietly through her veins, ancient and waiting. In a city of salt and sea, Marisela walks alone—an heiress of crime, art, and something much darker.

(you must be 21+ to stay. I don’t open up easily—not to strangers, not to the light. If you’re here for soft stories and happy endings, you’re in the wrong place. I write for those who understand that beauty can be dangerous, that silence speaks, and that shadows sometimes tell the truth better than the sun ever could. If you crave mystery, if you’ve ever felt haunted by your past or drawn to the dark, then maybe—just maybe—you’ll understand me. But don’t get too close. I don’t trust easily, and I don’t stay open for long)