I wanted to write about my old love for sitcoms for a while now, but of course had to wait for the saddest opportunity to do so, because it‘s me…„It‘s the comforting evening ritual and background chatter I used to get through the day before I knew how to summon you“, I tell my witchContinue reading “Why I once loved to watch sitcoms! A few memories.”
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Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!
Places can tell so many stories. Just think of all the things walls could give away about you, if they could talk and were able to remember.Some places that I have been to with my witch felt like a kind of fairytale that I would have liked to read when I was little. Some othersContinue reading “Nostalgia and fragility – A history – photo post!”
How to kiss a witch!
Have you ever wondered how to find a witch that would bespell you? The one that would let you close? One that would embrace you, even grant you pieces of their skin? Gift you kisses? Tingle your soul into madness and set this world on fire? Maybe you have tried to summon one.With ice creamContinue reading “How to kiss a witch!”
Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.
„It‘s so obvious!“, my witch complains about every opening sentence that I have attempted to write for this blog post yet. Sometimes, it takes time to realize the most obvious things, even if they wait at every corner everyday. Or maybe even because they do. This one is about the dead which I have enviedContinue reading “Spiraling with the dead! For my grandmother.”
“Have you put your trust in the right one?”
Have you put your trust in the right one?The one who dares to ride the tides of the universe?Someone who never forgets?Who tinks of you longingly,when drowning in its flood? Or did you lose your heart with the other one?The one who is more of a flickering light?Born in thunder, it flashes up.When it lostContinue reading ““Have you put your trust in the right one?””
Of dead flowers and chocolate!
What are those words for that are whispered into dried flowers, carrying memories of a troubled past?She keeps whispering those words.As if the person who got her those flowers once had not already left a long while ago.Such a long while that the leaves are a faded yellow.One that died ages ago but still needsContinue reading “Of dead flowers and chocolate!”
Setting my schedule on fire!
I am thinking about canceling my blogging plan for the week. Do you remember how I came up with this idea of writing specific kind of posts on chosen weekdays? Ever since I established this, I wrote less and less. It might be because I had to deal with lots of paper work, taxes andContinue reading “Setting my schedule on fire!”
Tale about the darkest shades
“Darkness comes in so many shades.Yours I had never seen before.I almost did not notice.It was a cloud in a passionate storm.The thunder forced you to hide.The sky that was purple for meburned your eyes. I was once therewhen you opened them up again.A light cut through darkness.Vanilla scented and burning bright.You had found yourContinue reading “Tale about the darkest shades”
My favourite coffee places in Budapest
After living and working in Budapest for a little while, there are so many things to write and think about. There were places full of history as I have not seen and felt it before, beautiful moments to capture and have a coffee in and so much more! The little witch in the back ofContinue reading “My favourite coffee places in Budapest”
Coffee in poetry (in pictures)
This poetry wednesday is dedicated to coffees that were dreamed of with words that were thought, still ready to happen and be said one day. I often write when I cannot talk to someone although I would need to. My favourite writing moments are these daydreams of words. Just like the daydream of sharing aContinue reading “Coffee in poetry (in pictures)”
Lost in poetry (in pictures)
My witch taught me to have my my spells ready whenever needed and in these images, I collected one that I used whenever I needed a reminder that the winter will end and the sun will rise again. And that the path is not going to disappear, as soon as I close my eyes. BecauseContinue reading “Lost in poetry (in pictures)”
“Art nouveau” – A witching way of design
We‘re taking a look at one of my favourite architecture style with this post! And yes, I know that I am a few centuries late for what I usually write about. I am far into modern territory here, and left the time my witch witnessed behind for a while. And believe me, she is makingContinue reading ““Art nouveau” – A witching way of design”
Thoughts on friendship!
„I have once met a collector of souls as well“, my witch whispers.Tonight, we‘re thinking about friendship.It can be heartbreaking where desperate souls go. When I was in my early 20s (and yes, it hurts to speak about this in past tense), I enjoyed watching the sitcom „Friends“ a lot. I needed the cozy feelings.Continue reading “Thoughts on friendship!”
A hunger to live!
Have you ever felt a hunger to live?With a throat soar from screaming,but ready to sing? Maybe, she felt a hunger to live,when her voice became many,she didn‘t know how to choosebut spokewith lips that had been bitten,in tongues that were confused. Have you ever feltthat your heart could beat fasterif only your lungs couldContinue reading “A hunger to live!”
View through a haunted window! – History glimpse
„This window looks like one to stand behind and sing to be either be rescued by the love of your life or executed“, my witch giggles into my ears as I observe the window in the red castle wall, with the small squares reflecting the blue sky, and I have to agree. The window belongsContinue reading “View through a haunted window! – History glimpse”
“I wish this was a love story.”
Tonight‘s tale could have taken place anywhere, as long Dystopia was still lingering around.All it needs is a bottle of wine and cheeks ready to be kissed and blush.There probably was candle light, too.As well as fairy lights decorating a bookshelf and shining onto two bodies.Sometimes sitting opposed to each other.Or lying together.One of thoseContinue reading ““I wish this was a love story.””
Tale about endurance
„They don‘t have to love you“, my witch giggled into the coffee I had almost forgotten to take with me on a busy morning. „You know that, right?“„I‘m not so sure I agree“, I whisper a response that is swallowed by heavy rain all around us. It always seemed to make things so much easier.AlmostContinue reading “Tale about endurance”
My writing journey!
To know where I’m ging, it’s sometimes important to look back at everything that has happened! So, I searched for all my journals I have written into since the pandemic started and since I began this blog and planned my witching novel. As an adult, I have never been a diary writer, and I stillContinue reading “My writing journey!”
About being difficult
„So, we‘re just going to embrace a stake, if we see one?“, my witch giggles into my ear, while I am still shaking. With fury, I think.„If we don‘t, it‘s gonna be there either way.“ This one is about being a little bit difficult. When I turned 13, my mother got me a card thatContinue reading “About being difficult”
“Ruin me!” in pictures
I carry around my witching poetry like little spells. I have already shown you, and I thought it was time for a new one. The words I wanted to show you tonight were some I had thought to carry around and used more often than I actually did. I wrote the poem “Ruin me, Baby”Continue reading ““Ruin me!” in pictures”
“We’re fighting demons tonight!”
We‘re fighting demons tonight! Do you know you‘re demons?Do you hang out with them?Have a talk and let the souls leak? „We‘re fighting demons tonight“, my witch giggles. „With iced coffee at midnight.“ Do you know where your demons hide?Because, they‘re not easy to spot.They sit in the heart,right where it‘s broken.They fill in aContinue reading ““We’re fighting demons tonight!””
The painful reality of being a woman
I‘ve had a reason to celebrate lately!I faced the meanest monster. I have fought my demons for now. For a little while. Oh, now that I think about it too much, I tend to think that maybe I am a bit too happy, because life just keeps being a mess.But still – I thought IContinue reading “The painful reality of being a woman”
Witching update …
This has been the longest time for me without a new post, so I am giving a short update!Yes, I am still alive and no, the blog is not going to die! Actually, I feel bad for risking to lose the good activity and reactions I‘ve lately had, but things in my other life (theContinue reading “Witching update …”
About the good things in life
„Against all odds“, where the words my witch and I were living by for a very long time, and I keep wondering what kind of life can be spent in the light of these words. It‘s the kind of words to whisper onto the horizon at night on a field, or with an open bottleContinue reading “About the good things in life”
Summer solstice thoughts!
„The days are already getting shorter“, I tell my witch, as we once again hurry to fall asleep before sunrise, after a long night of witching discussions, as the horizon is already painted in a faint red.„You‘ve promised to take me apple picking for years now“, my witch complains and I roll my eyes.She isContinue reading “Summer solstice thoughts!”
How to spot witches in the sky!
Can you think of a day when the air was not breathable?When it had promised you rain, but only granted a few drops to get lost in summer heat?When you muscles were protesting?The flowers suffering in silence? And do you remember the first dark clouds of an oncoming storm?How the sky was painted in darkerContinue reading “How to spot witches in the sky!”
Tale about the hurt
„Did it hurt?“, the witch asked the one with the most terrifying mask on, as she mended wounds the world had never seen. „Did it hurtwhen we touchedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my claws? Did it hurtwhen we kissedor was it just the thoughtthat I mighthide my teeth? Did it hurtwhen weContinue reading “Tale about the hurt”
Post between writing and living
I have been thinking about the relationship I have to my writing.Or, let‘s call it the one thing that I wish to matter about my life, which for me personally is to create and tell stories. Do I want my life to revolve around that one thing? Or, do I want my life to happenContinue reading “Post between writing and living”
Dystopia mind
There is an iced latte in front of me and the sun is shining.My words to the person in front of me had been enough to fill pages, as well as to end the patience in the kind eyes looking at me.„You are catastrophizing again!“„Am I?“„Yes!“„But are you sure that I‘m not right?“Desperation sparkles uniquelyContinue reading “Dystopia mind”
The unlikely love of a witch
„What if I loved you with all my heart and skin and soul?“, the witch whispers into an oncoming storm. What if she did? What if she loved you with all of her heart?She loved you with all of her heart, but it was soaked in blood. What if she loved you with all ofContinue reading “The unlikely love of a witch”
Mistress witch writes 