This is how we give Praise to a Witch who is really Nailing an Outfitte.
I have a mighty need to expand the knowledge that this gif is from the ballet Giselle, and these are spirits of women who died from broken hearts called wilis - in the ballet, men who get lost in the forest at night are trapped by the wilis and danced to death for doing wrong to women. It’s all quite badass. (with Myrtha, Queen of the Willis in the middle - she’s one cold hearted bitch and I love her.)
Polished my shoes. I bought a brand new hat, moved to a town that time forgot; where I don’t have to shave or be approachable. No, I can do just what I want. I wanna walk in that howling wind ‘til it scatters all my thoughts. Sit all alone on the riverbank ‘til I forget that I can talk. Just listen. They say everyone has a choice to make, to be loved or to be free. I told you once I felt invisible and I guess by now you see, that what I meant is I’m not all there until I finally leave. Some loneliness is acceptable and some is just outright mean. It gets even. The ivy crawls up the garden wall, builds a ladder towards the sun. It can’t be climbed, but who’s gonna mind if I claim it can be done? Illusion. And the sun goes down, and the stars come out. The distance that I felt, I can see it for myself now. Await a train to take my memories back, make up for time that I have lost. I’ll never know if I’m delusional, I just believe that I am not. I’m gonna work for my sanity, give it everything I’ve got. Though so far I have cheated death, I know someday I’ll get caught. Just livin’. So here we go, man, it’s beautiful. Get your trumpet, get your drum. Keeping time in a second line, it can make you feel so young. I know you say you’ll go all the way, but that’s not quite far enough. Someone told me that same thing. Someone told me that same thing. Someone told me that exact same thing once.