Tales to tell my witch (because Daddy was mean).

Some things I can only ever tell my witch. Such things as whispering „I should buy that red velvet dress, because my boss was such a bitch again“, when it‘s 4 in the morning and the after midnight pizza had already emptied by bank account. It‘s a great relief to have a witch by yourContinue reading “Tales to tell my witch (because Daddy was mean).”