@ everyone else with shitty dads: i know fathers day is all over the damn place right now but may i suggest drawing an abstract depiction of how your half-DNA-provider makes u feel, then placing it in a red chalk pentagram, dousing it in salt and setting it on fire with a yankee candle. then go buy urself a celebratory cake and eat it by urself because ur a better person than that sad sack of shit is ever gonna be. happy fathers day
local witch quietly reminding you to practice fire safety when burning things dears and if you want a good candle for magical banishment i highly recommend yankee candle’s “sicilian lemon”, “apple pumpkin” or “cafe au fresco” candles
thank you so much for taking my throwaway yankee candle reference and turning it into a beautiful piece of friendly local witch advice























