Blessed Litha Witches

Art by me

cousins

The other day I forgot my old address I’m sitting pretty on the throne, there’s nothing more I want Except to be alone

Fredrik Andersson, B. War, Morgan

it was strider birthday yesterday so im dropping some homestuck graffitis i found in a city i visited to commemorate

the dailykatnep anniversary is in 2 days.

(ft. guest artist @weaselmcdiesel)

You watch him hem and haw over answering, feet shifting, same beat up black shoes, scuffing the gravel, cape swishing behind him in a one-two step. The halo of his hair, bleached eery white in the street lamp, how the light never seems to catch the rim of his shades. You missed this, you think. The bits of him that are so unsettlingly inhuman, how he's so close to you, but just far enough that you couldn't reach to touch. - Metempsychosis