tinyhiccup:

alright but talk to me about secret witches because i know we exist

• clearing off the top of your dresser and quietly declaring it an altar; having to justify why seashells and rocks and candles belong there and how your breath catches trying to explain it
• nervousness in the aisles of walmart, trying to decide which candle colors are most important this week; because you know you can only bring home two without getting questioned, and you know you need a red, but it’s coming down to lavender federal vs teal votive, and you have to choose now
• counting pocket change in little mall shops, calculating the tax and the deals on the incense; trying to figure out if you can get more out of the cones or the sticks, because you need a better burn time and don’t have a penny to waste
• using those little tealight-powered oil diffusers to brew tiny batches of potions; storing the results in two-for-a-dollar craft jars, haphazardly labelled with post-its and sharpies and kept in a shoebox under the bed
• keen eyes and quick fingers in the spice aisle of a grocery store, slipping a bottle of thyme or sage into the cart, praying it’s good enough, praying your mom doesn’t notice
• innocent playlists with just the right touch of eerie to remind you of your roots and your power and put that extra pop in your step
• being alone, being covenless- until you spot the lavender tied with green thread next to the candle on your friends nightstand and you both just know
• working casual blessings into text messages to your friends- you’ll pass the test; win the match; you’re a star; love you; be safe
• little curses for the ones who piss you off- your shoelaces will never stay tied, your leftovers won’t taste quite as good, small animals will snub you; hissing hexes at the strangers who dare to act like you belong to anyone but yourself
• sigils scrawled on palms, wrists; pulling your sleeve down to hide from curious onlookers
• picking clothes that are casual enough to outsiders, but you know there’s a certain magic there
• sneaking out the back door just before sunrise to discard spell ashes
• secret witches

i mean c’mon we’re here and we’re interesting as hell