#with core

Fuck this shit. I’m dropping out of school to become a creepy old woman in the forest. I’ll live in a stone cottage and have twelve cats. All cooking will be done on an open fire, most likely in a cauldron. The aroma of beef stew will waft through the trees and draw passing hikers to my table. I’ll serve them in ceramic mugs and seat them on stumps around the fire. They’ll tell me their stories and I’ll mutter cryptic things under my breath for no reason. When they leave, I’ll give them food to take with. I’ll also be poor as dirt because that job doesn’t pay

people be like “you look sad” and immediately assume i’m having relationship problems”. mf, i’m not a witch who lives in the forest and makes homemade lavender potions that only i can understand and has a stack of leather bound books behind my jars of herbs and plants which i collected with my little witch girlfriend while we did a summoning circle involving crystals and candles in the shapes of skulls under the moonlight. also my plant died. that’s why i’m sad.