The world of Paganism, Neopaganism, Wicca, and more is large and vast and the witches in each are all different and unique.
I’m standing outside of the airport, trying to justify being the kind of person who shows up at an airport in a dramatic fashion.
I never would have left.
I think about the things we “need” as human beings a lot for someone who pretends to be chill and nonchalant.
I wish I could write something poetic about us.
Take chances. Believe that things can work out. Even if they don’t, at least you tried.
I don’t consider my life poetic but if I did, this would be the opening stanza.
We both had to get new sheets after that summer because they were all stained with fruit juice, wine, sweat, and summer could’ve/would’ve/should’ves.
If you can’t handle the truth, you can’t handle me.
It’s not something you could ever swallow, is it?