I’m too often expected to keep quiet about things that are just too much, too loud. I can’t keep everything inside all of the time, and ink isn’t always as helpful as I trust it to be. Sometimes I need to scream.
So there is the orginal version of this that says if you are a male or female, but there are some witches who don’t identify as either, so I edited this to your day of birth.
(mine would be empress of infinite darkness and I’ve never heard anything so accurate 😂😂)
((all credit goes to the orginal owner, I just changed some letters))
People wonder why it is that I’ve sat myself through abusive love. The truth is, abuse is all I’ve ever known. This heart of mine has only ever been tossed and turned, beaten and stepped on, and that’s by the people who were supposed to be the closest to me. It’s because love has always been slammed doors and silent treatments, annoyed glares and legs out to trip me. How the hell was I supposed to know what it should really feel like?