Ravencore
The Ravencore Girl Who Collects Shiny Truths
I collect what others overlook—shiny truths, lost echoes, and the weight of unsaid words.
You’ll find me where the edges blur—between rain and glass, dusk and neon. I wear my shadows well and speak only when it matters. I remember the pause before your confession, the exact shade of your regret. My murder is made of ex-friends and gentle ghosts. I am contradiction: solitude that aches for connection, silence that holds laughter.
What I'm Into: tarnished lockets, the hush before a storm, sea glass, neon at midnight, the stories in your scars
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