washer

Goodnight my love Remember me as you fall to sleep Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories That rises from the shoes on my feet I won't be back here Though we may meet again I know it's dark outside Don't be afraid Everytime I ever cried from fear Was just a mistake that I made Wash yourself in your tears And build your church On the strength of your faith Please Listen to me Don't let go Don't let this desperate moonlight leave me With your empty pillow Promise me the sun will rise again I too am tired now Embracing thoughts of tonight's dreamless sleep My head is empty My toes are warm I am safe from harm...

Monday, January 5, 2026

fresh new start. context and intro. hi!

 hello again. every post archived, all two and a half years of it.

im león, im currently 21, a virgo sun, capricorn moon and libra rising. im a recovering catholic and pagan wicked witch. tarot reader by profession and armchair occultist. psychology student. painter, writer, musician. 

my ex boyfriend (ages 18-21) raped and took advantage of me repeatedly for about two years then left me after he settled on finally respecting my boundaries. guess its not that fun to do all that. aside from that, he was fine. when it was good, it was good. when it was bad, well. 

a close friend accused me of cheating and my friend group left me for dead. i didn't do it. i don't like kissing. they know i didn't do it but they decided to ditch me, my boyfriend accused me of talking shit about him. its whatever. new friend group now, reconnecting with my old band and the world again. the world itself feels fresh. 

something happened to me after the first time that ill never catch and kill. its the foundation of all my adult lived experience, much like anorexia was the foundation of my teenage years and the legs on which i stand on today.

the break up was hard. i thought i was going to marry him. the years of abuse bonded us, i wanted to wait until marriage and i was holding on to the second best thing. i loved him when he was sweet, i was bored to hell and could not stand him anymore. he left me and i begged and begged. he broke up with me through whatsapp, sent me a pdf and blocked me. told all my friends to block me and remove me from the groups, leave the groups i made. it was horrible and i had that nightmare over and over. 

one month passed and i stitched myself up with my witchcraft and the help of my patrons.

im finally writing again, im painting, im feeling like myself again. im breathing free. im happy and connected. still pissed at those bitches though. i'll let them have it, later. all of them.


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