portrait: yours truly

i missed this year’s witchsona week (which was in january), but then i thought: why do i need a special occasion to draw myself as a grimy, feral mountain forest witch who studies sleep, hibernation and death of all things, living creatures and (seemingly) inanimate objects

i hope.

you’ll make peace with your inner demons someday, with or without me, i know that you can. i can’t stop who you are, but it doesn’t mean that i have to accept your ways. but isn’t that love? to accept? i can’t accept it all, but but i still love you. the world is broken as it is, please let’s not add to it. this world is colder without you, but if it means to be without— i hope you figure everything out, i hope you never have to stare at the ceiling and think about your what it’s with me.