cement crack.

[aravelle]

 So I got to meet up with a real witch for the first time, on Halloween night. It was so... refreshing. The only person I verbally talk to about this stuff in full is E, but even then that's via skype and phone. Being able to talk to someone verbally, someone that wasn't her, that was really nice. I have very  supportive friends who believe in me wholeheartedly [even the "woo" stuff], but I always have that nagging paranoia that they don't believe me, or they're judging me in the back of my mind. I don't have that, with other witches.

They have a tumblr like me, and they happen to live locally, which is an even bigger perk. I mean, I met with an internet friend for the first time, how awesome is that?

I brought them sweets left over from the family Halloween party, they gave me a seashell bracelet consecrated with sea water. I certainly didn't expect that of them, it was very sweet. We walked around the mall -dressed like goons, I the witch, they as god knows what- and talked about things. We talked about our gods and our not so traditional love lives, we talked about puppies and kittens and how no one should ever really grow out of wearing absurd socks. It was only a few hours, but so much information was exchanged it felt much longer. It was very saturated, as I put it earlier. 

They had the prettiest hair, like a true mermaid. It was turquoise and lilac and just so lovely, naturally curly. But it was not very soft. It felt like a wig. I worry about that with my hair. I have every intention to dye it a dark red, eventually a chestnut brown too.. but it's so soooft, and I don't want to lose that. But, I wanna really dye my hair.. not just henna. I guess we will see how it takes to the dye when I visit E. I bet she knows about good hair dyes.