lockhart

"She held me spellbound in the night, dancing shadows and firelight. Crazy laughter in another room, and she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon. Woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies, Woo hoo witchy woman, she got the moon in her eye"

We all have our vices; the things we go back to, again and again, despite knowing that in the end they'll make us unhappy. Whether they’re toxic relationships that fuck us up, mentally and physically, that we keep running back to; or addictions that we know we’ll never break. Impossible goals we set ourselves, mountains we know we’ll never climb, …