Emma Severina ♡ @emmaseverina Verified Creator 18+ Subscribe: $4.99/month ☆

Halloween for me has never been just about fear - it’s about play. About the chance to become anyone for one night, or maybe just a slightly braver version of yourself. Some people love the classics like Harley Quinn, Morticia, Wednesday - and I love that. But I think the best part is when you create something your own, a mood or a story that feels you.Every year, Halloween feels less like darkness and more like freedom. I love how it’s become this mix of mystery, irony, and beauty - a little soft horror, a little glam ghoul, a lot of imagination. You can be spooky, stylish, or completely ridiculous - and the best part of it that it all works!To me, it’s a night to play, to sparkle, to stop taking yourself too seriously. So… 🎃 Happy Halloween! Eat the candy, wear the costume (or don’t)! Dance like you’re in a movie, and smile just a little more mysteriously than usual. Let the night be fun, a little witchy, and totally yours. 💗👻💋✨

Sometimes I wonder… what do you see when you look at me like that?Just a girl in a skirt? Or maybe… a little more? 💕I’m just sitting here. Nothing’s really happening.But if you keep looking… it kind of feels like the moment is teasing you.Would you come closer? Say something?Or just keep watching silently?I don’t know exactly what you’re imagining right now…but I can tell by your eyes your fantasy’s already playing 😏So… did I guess right?

This summer? A bit of everything, reallySome mornings I get things done. Others - I just sit there with my coffee and pretend that counts as momentum.Evenings are slower. I’ve been doing my nails at home lately - quiet, simple, almost like a ritual.Same with hair stuff - I try things, forget steps, try again. It’s not about results, just the feeling.It’s not about building a perfect routine at all. Just collecting small things that make the day feel softer.Maybe that’s balance. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyway, I think that is great to figure things out in your own way and liking how that feels.

Let my guard down, and over the past week, I’ve taken candy from strangers three times (!)The first was a taxi driver who picked me and my friend up from a cafe in Kyiv (it was quite late). While I was joking about how in the next scene he’d be burying Ana and me in the nearby forest to the eerie sounds of a true crime episode, he laughed, pulled out a box of hard candies, and said, “Let me have one too so it’s not as scary for you.”I told him that actually made it worse — because if he passed out from his own roofied candy, we’d all die in a crash.Jokes and giggles aside, I really need to quit my career as an American first-grader on Halloween. I’ve made it till now purely thanks to my top-tier paranoia.Otherwise, I’m no better than those timid little squirrels in the park.

Warm skin. Wet thoughts. And lace that's barely hanging on 🛁✨🦢🪞