Me, a Witch
who doesn’t look like a “witch”. Who doesn’t wear black tights or lace shawls or have long dark hair or heavy black makeup or pentagram jewelry or tarot cards in her purse.
Me, a Witch
who wears comfy oversized sweaters and tattered old boots and doesn’t use lipstick and is allergic to cats and has basic hair and who’s crystal collection is small because she’s broke.
Me, a Witch
who can grow the biggest tomato plant and whisper kindness to her classmates and make a tea for everything and listens to the patter of the rain and who realizes that being a witch is not about your aesthetic, it’s about your soul.
Pass it on ❤
Published
The Carving Witch 