Daddy said it‘s fine,
so we‘ll cut off this kin.
It‘s not gonna hurt, right?
It‘s never gonna hurt.
Daddy says it‘s fine,
so we‘ll let them tear our hearts out.
Because they don‘t count, right?
Hearts don‘t count.
„But he said, it‘s fine“, my witch giggled as a response to me throwing my cup of tea at the wall, while putting on her sweet sunday dress
„I still wish to live in a world where our hearts would count“, I admit and realize that her dress would be nice to be buried in.
„Oh, but he‘s so proud of you because you don‘t“, my witch responds.
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…
Mistress witch writes 