Thank you so much for accepting my friend request! You have no idea how tough it is trying to build up a decent following from an isolated Transylvanian village that looks like...
When you and I are ready we too can lock arms and leave that house in the dark wood, that too many girls must venture into and fight their way out of.
Consisting of spiced, curdled milk and lots of alcohol, this boozy bedtime drink dates back to the Middle Ages.
I discovered the Tarot in my teens, at an age when you desperately want answers the corporeal world cannot provide...
Essays & Explorations
"When we too are armed and trained..."
Just east of Lake Como, nestled against the forested mountains of Cortenova, sits an inarguably haunted house.
Condensed version of The Outsider piece.
My very personal account of moving to Italy, letting go of one's ghosts, and what a severed head in a pot of basil has to do with it.
I started to scribble a poem in Verona, titled 'I Want to Steal the Breasts of Juliet,' and while I never finished it, the sentiment still lingers...
Satan is a skinny b*tch.
There’s the haves and the have-nots, and the only thing standing between the two is a vinyl doll in pantaloons.
"What will we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty years?" Daisy Buchanan wasn't the only one to pose this existential dilemma.
Adventures in major depressive disorder.
*Editor's Note: First appeared in Rebelle Society
*Editor's note: First appeared in American Slander
Paganism, Witchery, and Natural Magick
“They know you can take it. You have always been a warrior, even in your reluctance. Every life. They’re saying it now: She can handle it.”
A chat about being a modern Witch in a material world.