2 or 17. Sometimes (rarely) 20.

South Africa, Western Cape. Pretty shit actually. There’s like one month in the year that I actually get to dress up nicely without sweating and stripping off layers. And there’s barely any autumn or spring to speak of. It’s just hot weather into hotter weather into less hot weather again and into a month or two of cold. I preferred the weather on the eastern side of the country in Kwa-Zulu Natal. Winter and summer are more defined and there’s at least a hint of autumn and spring.

Ultimately I want to be somewhere cold though. I feel like the older I get, the more I hate this endless fkn summer. I want to be cold and cozy and comfortable and wear all my jackets and cool shit daily.

The Fox and the Hound!

Tracksuit pants and hoodies for me. If it’s particularly cold, I’ll wear a jersey over my hoodie. I also have a fairly sizeable collection of bathrobes that I practically live in sometimes.

I’ll wear the same hoodies out but that’s about it. Although I’ve got a pair of plaid tracksuit pants that I’d love a more wearable out and about version of.

I kinda think Witchy Memes and WitchesvsPatriarchy should be merged.

This is my jam. A friend of mine described this as having an audience of people in your head that you’ve collected for various reasons, some positive, some toxic and poisonous. Like your best friend, or your mother, or your asshole boss that you have to deal with every day. Living in your head arguing with you and making you justify yourself, or perhaps encouraging you if it’s not a toxic audience member. The audience also changes over the years and as you change, people come and go.