☠︎︎ ᧁꪮꪻꫝᦓꪻꪖ᥅ ꪶꪖꪜꪖᧁ꠸᥅ꪶ ᥫ

ⓘ ℘υׁׅꪀׁׅƙׁׅ֑ ℘ꭈׁׅꪱׁׅꪀׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ꯱ׁׅ֒꯱ׁׅ֒  ☠︎︎, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕡𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 uǝɹplıɥɔ ʍopɐɥs ǝɥʇ ɟo ɹǝɥʇoɯ

[arottingkiss]

you can and you will live and win again. there's new food to be tried, new ideas to be had, and the fullness of who you equate to waiting to be explored. there are new dreams to be reached for under the moon and new wishes to be found by the stars. i was suicidal since i was ten, spent my nights crying to the moon and staring at an empty sun. i slit my wrist for the first time when i was merely 11. i am 24 now and the only thing that has kept me alive this long is art believing me when no one else did. you will experience greater things within life and you will derive to the understanding one day that there's no reward greater than who you are. holding on equates to the most hardest thing to ever do because all that you desire to do is put a permanent ending to pain that feels permanent. carrying the pain is oh so heavy but, putting it somewhere makes it all feel beautiful. how mighty of you to reach out, how powerful of you to embody this much vulnerability. whatever it may be, you aren't failing and it isn't your fault. journal, art, poetry, skateboarding, anything that makes your voice feel heard. every time that you speak, you're learning how to live again day by day. you can and you will go on and live and win again. as have i. the winds would feel more colder if your footsteps were to disappear. i hope that you eat your favorite food today. take care of yourself.

you be good to yourself; be gentle, breath, it gets better. love, war, and goth hugs and smooches. xoxo. 

𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙮

[arottingkiss]

i mourn you every time that the songs fade into black.

𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮

[arottingkiss]

crooked lines, the corroboration of spirit.

within a world full of ai, now equates to the time to embrace crooked lines and accidental sounds meant to be cut out of songs because art was infinitely intended to be of chaos. that's spirit. i don't erase crooked lines on purpose anymore.

𝟯:𝟬𝟲 𝗣𝗠 • 𝟭𝟯 𝗷𝗮𝗻 𝟮𝟲

is anyone else using ai as the opportunity to overcome their perfectionism? because my crooked lines within my art and my accidental left in portions of my music equates to an attestation that a spirit formulated it.

𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮

i spent several hours on the first night merely attempting to draw my face. but, once i initiated attempting to control the process through that desire to infinitely be within the know and mistaking my crooked lines and eraser shavings as me failing. my intuition ended up leading the overflow of life that creativity exists as. my crooked lines became chances at innovativeness. i see faces living within the shadows of my shading. mistakes or the chance at embodying something different?

𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮

[arottingkiss]

'fall from their heaven'. oh, so, yeah. forgot to post an art update. 99.9% done but, immensely sad because i really love how this art piece turned out. so, have to write up or draw up another dopamine fix. spent 4 hours the other night drawing the clouds, the gates, my necklaces, and fixing the flare at the bottom of the grim reapers cloak to make it look reciprocal to it blowing within the wind. cowabunga. 🕷️🌟

[arottingkiss]

more artsy fartsy stuff. i growlll!!! i need it right now!!! this ain't a song, it's me thinking out loud!!!!

[arottingkiss]

may you now know new fans after all rooms that you leave. a stage presence that overfills crowds. all with ears will listen, all with eyes will swarm with admiration, all with mouths will never forget to sing your lyrics. may your creativity haunt all that hunger for the taste of wholly. may your rage warm the skin starved. who you are will never go unpromised or be unwritten. all wishes will be found by stars. it takes breath to become more than what we're left with. through art, may you learn and teach how to live again. your forthcoming exists as the good part that others fear missing out on if they look away. "no one cares", make them. dear the looking glass.

— 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘶, uǝɹplıɥɔ ʍopɐɥs ǝɥʇ ɟo ɹǝɥʇoɯ)

[arottingkiss]

6:27 PM • 20 jan 2026

i feel as if my patience runs thin because the majority of more life has consisted of waiting to finally live. all of the cold, the weight, the bloody wrist, the nights spent crying to the moon. where anger kept me warm because the sun never became. where all winds grew quiet whenever i tried to become. where fury held together my timeline because a mother's grace never reigned. where my rage cornered curses because praying hands spoke my name into dark corners. sometimes, i perish at the innocence that was owed to the looking glass who used to giggle at the little girl within mirror. i feel as if no time ahead of me can outlive all of the wishes that the stars never found. catching up to life but, i still grieve all that went unlived.

[arottingkiss]

from last night:

insomnia because must create dopamine in order to build chances at life. through art, we live again. finally drew the arms. 🫩

[arottingkiss]

if you have malicious ancestors like i do that may be attempting to unhurry, silence, confuse, and destitute your truth, momentum, clarity, and direction into the forgotten and forbidden because you're cornering curses, here's a mantra that i cultivated two years ago:

i cast away all malicious formed spirits that may have bled into my energy through any thoughts, people, places, things, and experiences. i cast away their access and their permission towards using my life, my body, my ori as an altar to preserve their souls. i bind and bound these malicious spirits back to the place where they've derived from with the aid of my benevolent ancient ancestors of both light and dark. i grant my benevolent ancient ancestors of the darkness the permission to bind these spirits into the forgotten silence. i cast down any forms of malevolent ancient ancestors that are attempting to silence momentum, clarity, direction, and my truth into the forgotten. i ask that my benevolent ancient ancestors cast these malevolent ancestors down of both the living and the dead, reducing their presence into a roaming whisper that can no longer master any power over my life. i offer no entities any forms of permission to idle within my energy. i offer no spirit or entity of both the living and the dead any forms of permission to continue our their timeline through my essence. i offer no malevolent ancestors of both the living or the dead the permission to carry out their timeline of curses within my energy. your energy isn't welcomed here, the outcome of your timelines aren't welcomed here. you have no choice but, to go back to where you belong. may the might of my ancestors find my eyes and may their flames of fury guide me past the midnight of uncertainty. through all ripples, river streams, oceans, tides, and waterfalls may my foundation remain overflowing into the otherwise.

— 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘶, uǝɹplıɥɔ ʍopɐɥs ǝɥʇ ɟo ɹǝɥʇoɯ)

[arottingkiss]

took several hours to find my rhythm last night after getting immensely frustrated because i'm attempting to conduce something that i never did before but, art challenging you into evolution. my intuition must be exercised and recharged for it leads that overflow of life. like, oh, wow. i am not failing merely because i didn't master something on the first attempt but, adult me believing that i should already be knowledgeable of everything even if it's new versus my childhood wound of having to figure everything out on my own and never being able to make mistakes. insomnia.

[arottingkiss]

mature content. 🔞 more progression. had to shade the skull more. had no idea that i merely had to erase certain aspects of my drawing in order to formulate lighter shades rather than using a different pencil shade. cool.

[arottingkiss]

drawing that i initiated within april and didn't pick back up until september... whoops.

[divana-aa-deactivated20260423]

Poorly worded opinion.

Here are my thoughts: Just because you are a witch who wears all black, cuts your hair with kitchen scissors, and is willing to kill animals for your god or goddess, it doesn’t mean you are somehow better than another witch who wears purple, prefers to have their hair done professionally, and does not kill animals. In this situation, no one is less of a witch than anyone else. There is no right path; choosing one way or the other does not make you superior.

[arottingkiss]

rage uncages hope, insane to many, art to some, forgotten by none... ☠︎︎

[arottingkiss]

her walk tells a hymn, her f☠︎︎☠︎︎tsteps s☠︎︎und a cadence f☠︎︎r lifting c☠︎︎rses

how prude to believe that you

can curse my name into water

when water and i are immensely close.

my tears drown my enemies.

how prude to believe that you

can write misfortune into my

name on paper when that paper

was carved from the trees

of my ancestors?

how prude to believe that you

can use fire to burn my timeline

into bane when i walk through

fire with ember?

how prude to believe that you

can curse the winds into misguiding

my internal compass when my

ancestors used it as an instrument?

how prude to believe that the

winds

would help you guide a curse

to my name when it suffocates

and silences the breath of all

who desired for me to vow and

bow at the misfortune that

their shortcomings attempted

to speak over my fate.

how prude to believe that the

water would help you rob my

lands of fortune when the water

still carries the memory of all

of my ancestors voices and

footprints.

how prude to believe that you

can convince fire to speak

of my name with vain when

it burns all of those that

have ill intentions towards

my essence.

how prude to believe that

you can turn the herbs against

my essence when my footsteps

scare up all curses that quietly

prophesied destruction over

all lands.

how, fucking, prude...

— 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢𝘬𝘶, uǝɹplıɥɔ ʍopɐɥs ǝɥʇ ɟo ɹǝɥʇoɯ)

[divana-aa-deactivated20260423]

Witch Tip: Little Ways to Weave Magic Into Your Day

Sometimes the most powerful magic isn’t in the big rituals — it’s in the small moments.

Here are a few little ways you can live magically every day:

•Stir intention into your morning coffee or tea. Clockwise to draw things in (like success, love, focus), counterclockwise to banish (like negativity or stress).

•Carry a crystal in your pocket. Clear quartz for all-purpose magic, amethyst for peace, black tourmaline for protection.

•Leave offerings for your house spirits. A little milk, a piece of bread, a whispered thank you when you get home safely.

•Charm your jewelry. Whisper a quick protection spell over your rings, necklaces, or earrings before you put them on.

•Write a sigil on your skin. Draw it in lotion, water, or invisible ink (like lemon juice!) for secret spells only you know about.

•Keep a mini altar hidden in plain sight. A shelf of rocks, a candle that looks decorative, a little plant altar — magic doesn’t have to be obvious to be powerful.

Remember: Every breath you take with intention is a spell.

Every step you walk with awareness is a ritual.

Every moment you live with magic is a prayer.

Blessed be.

[arottingkiss]

GRAVE R☠︎︎BBERS (prod. drugslutt)

lyrics: "within the end, the inability to feel leads to strong feels of inferiority as a woman. she exists within dry lands with a womb sta

finally released it. i actually hesitated towards releasing this song because i absolutely hate embodying vulnerability but, i forgot that i equate to an artist so, there's that... the father wound taught me that:

all of my pain, trauma, emotions, feelings, and vulnerability made me inferior as a woman. to feel inconvenienced by everything that brought me emotions, to feel burdened by my primal instincts to not starve my womb of creations. that my tears existed as shortcomings, that my rest equated to hesitation, and that my stillness exists as failure. that having feelings, having pain, made me less lovable and less likely to be chosen by anything or anyone. the father wound taught me how to tremble before the moon with fear that my tears would make me unkept. that my femininity exists as the unforgivable. that my sobs lessened my value and my ability to embody usefulness... the return of being knowledgeable that i exist as more than what a birth helper left my essence with. a reclaim of my femininity that slithers down the spines of unborn and unspoken symphonies. the return of art that's too immensely vulgar for prude eyes...spirit, flames, ember, reign. i am. enjoy, k, bye. 🕷️🌟🙂