obs. bilden är arrangerad. det var inte tjejen i teckningen som skrev brevet. jag äter aldrig gris. punkt.
Those tights are awesome. They are chaos. Whirls of chaos in green and purple.
All ye witches out there, lets unite! Let’s dance and rave rampant in the moonlight! Let’s shout our goddesses names in the damp spring forest as we claim our rights in this world.
Oh joy to the eternal mother earth! Oh joy to the sisterhood! We are as a million trees of strenght and wisdom stretching our arms towards the dark starry skies demanding the return of what was taken from us. Stolen from us! We will not be silenced!
Come the age of The Great Mother!