🌙 Welcome to The Witchling Shelf

[thewitchlingshelf]

 This is a quiet place.

A shelf carved from shadow and softwood, tucked somewhere between the roots of a crooked tree and the dustier corners of an old library. Here, I gather books that hum—witchlit, folklore, moody fantasy, soft horror, stories that smell of damp leaves and candlewax.

You’ll find:
✧ book musings & reading lists
✧ folklore notes & fairy-tale fragments
✧ journal entries that smell faintly of lavender and rain
✧ thoughts on stories that sit heavy or linger sweet

This is a shelf for the soft gloom, the forest-hearted, and the ones who read by moonlight.

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About the Keeper

I'm Lila, the one tending this shelf—part forest-witch, part bookwyrm, always a little ink-stained. I read stories like omens and gather fragments like feathers: pressed between pages, tucked in notebooks, whispered into cups of tea. My favorites live in the shadows between folklore and fantasy, where the magic is quiet and a little bittersweet.

I believe in soft-spoken spells, books as talismans, and the comfort of rereading. Most days, you’ll find me with a cardigan full of pocket lint and dried herbs, a book half-read, and a journal half-written.

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Lavender tea is steeping. The pages are open. You’re welcome here.

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