Baked Witch

It's a lucky day to be alive.

Professional digital/traditional artist and purist writer. Hobbyist dancer.

When I think of you

I just think about how I couldn’t get my way, and I think about how inconvenient that is for me.

I’m selfish.

I dislike myself.

Even being pretty or cute isn’t enough, I am rotten brat.

You can’t see me.

I can’t see you.

But in the reflection of my eyes I imagine you, smashed up against them like clear glass.