remember: you can make art anywhere, the world is your canvas

I'm a switch, but in the way that I imagine myself as any of:

• the dark and hungry goddess
• the devoted high priestess
• the still-naïve initiate forced to smother the remnants of her own empathy and plunge a dagger into the pretty girl on the altar
• the crying ritual sacrifice atop said altar

Making a more concerted effort to move things over here. Reposts from my twitter might be incoming, if I'm not too sheepish to repost older writings.

they say the devil catches you in honey. they say the devil catches you in time. they say the devil catches you with the smile of a girl, and a twist of her tongue. they say the devil catches everyone. none of that stuff is true, though. the truth is that the devil catches you in a big bag

Lady Adelaide, of the silver evening tide.

Mari inspired by sprouting potato roots