sansastarkt: “ ♔ A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time. I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the river on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles.
The witches of Ireland are quiet, careful companions. They let souls weep on their shoulders and bleed through their fingers. Irish witches speak the language of nature - peaceful, angelic creatures with the whisper of past lives on their breath.