The night air is cool and Pumpkin Spice Latte is coursing through my veins. I haven’t been writing. I’ve been scheming instead and drawing Witch-girls with amethysts in their hair.
My third eye is glowing.
Change is on the horizon.
The night air is cool and Pumpkin Spice Latte is coursing through my veins. I haven’t been writing. I’ve been scheming instead and drawing Witch-girls with amethysts in their hair.
My third eye is glowing.
Change is on the horizon.