A witching heart

To every witching heart there is a someone that it is loving more than it should.

A someone it is opening up to, it is letting see its shadows.
And this someone will ask a lot of it, even more than the witching heart can bare, for all the best reasons.
This someone will constantly remind the shadows of how they came to be.
This someone will be a loving hand around the throat the witching heart lies underneath and once this someone will let go, the witch will breathe in deeper than ever before and this someone will understand as no one ever has.

To every witching heart there is someone who knows its darkness and shares its scars.
Pursuing this someone will cause the next wound to shape the bleeding witching heart.

Haunting Humor of a failed witch

An Iced Latte.A floral dress slipping over the shoulder.“I’m finally at that stage where people congratulate me for keeping my humor”. I tell my witch in horror.“That’s what happens when you survive beyond a certain point”, my witch knows to respond and steals the Iced drink from my hands. Humor has been haunting me.Humor broke…

Travelling to Edinburgh slow and green!

The feeling of being stuck was my main motivation to start this blog and summon my witch, so I love to write blog posts about all of the things that I am once again able to do! Ever since the pandemic does not have a grip around my life anymore, I can do things I…

Finding and keeping my voice

I grew up with depression, but it wasn’t mine. Honestly, I think the main reason why I started talking to my witch on this blog was that I never had people around that could give me a bearable perspective of life in this world, so I needed to rip dimensions apart. My mother never got…

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About the historical horror of living. Drafting my witching novel. Chasing dark, forgotten and haunted tales.

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