This is a peek into my not-so-perfect, pastel-tinted, slightly cursed little world.
It’s a journal of mismatched moods (soft sweaters and sharp eyeliner, glitter tears and awkward chaos)


Some days I feel like a sad poem with platform boots. Other days I feel like a my favorite glistening gemstone I keep in my pocket for good luck.
What will this pastel goth talk about next? Read the journal into her bright, and sometimes misfortunate world.

Welcome to My Pastel Goth Life
where heartbreak comes in bubblegum pink,
and every spell is cast with a sigh, a smile, and a smudge of lipstick.

Read on. It gets weirder (and cuter)
xoxo

₊⁺✧ In Depth About Luna Can Be Found Right Here ✧₊⁺

₊⁺✧ In Depth About Astral Can Be Found Right Here ✧₊⁺

Chapter One – Cursed But Cute

Chapter Two – I Think My Fear Had A Name

Pastel journal opened with roses growing in and around it. It says on the right page, “They Thought I’d grow out of it. Instead, I grew around it.”