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Kiana Khansmith

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
will byers stan first human second
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Keni
Jules of Nature
Misplaced Lens Cap

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Sade Olutola
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
RMH
Three Goblin Art
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@awkward-angel
Love Invocation
Wake up early in the morning, when the dew sets on grass. Collect some morning dew and few strands of blades, and collect them in a small bottle.
Saying this invocation:
Early morning rays, of silver dew on blades. I ask on their tears for love that’s sincere. The scent of musk within the earth, I ask for a lover that is unearthed. The morning will slowly brighten the dark, Where shades of him and myself, ignite and spark. No longer will love hide, And so it is.
(add dew to your homemade love potion)
Knife
If I was the sky, I’d have two eyes. One for warmth and one for tides. Bringing Gaia, bringing life. Stars, patterns. Within a web, where we lay our heads. Spiders and flies, in a survival demise.
After all this, do we still rise? Planets swirling, my heart is yearning. Love is burning, and I am in the urn. After all this, do we still need to learn?
My self is who I love, I am the Holy Dove. Empress in a war, against a cruel world. I take pleasure in thinking of The Holy...Knight. Coming to save me, from the sanctified knife.
The moon was still out this morning!
It felt like a blessing.
Maybe sun and moon got to see one another for a moment.🌈🌞🌕🌈I believe soulmates or twin flames are mostly birthed on these special days.
The pictures doesn’t do justice!
Hope everyone had a special full moon night💕
Card: Aries
Honestly I wasn’t sure I wanted to post this but I figured post everything and anything of mine because one day this will be here when I’m dead and gone.🕯
Can a sexy magician teacher SPANK MY ASS? Oh god I begggg.
HELP ME FIND MERCURY.
or else
REST IN PEACE.
P.S.
I’m not talking about the planet, I ’m talking about incarnation!
Is sufjan stevens, really mercury pretending to be sufjan stevens?
I keep deep messages of YHWH imbedded in his songs.
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I sell magick items for altars and spiritual purposes.
Selling African altar God / Goddess statues and censer (separate) my shop is
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Come for me my mother, find me in the underworld.
I am the pomegranate, with a dark lover lord.
Find me beneath soil covered in a snowy coil.
With spring clothing in a winters, death.
Fetus position, I am returning to lifeless black.
Descending into the womb, of my earth.
An innocent lamb, and a lion in a Holy church.
The bride, the groom and an impending doom.
Spring showers, bring my death bed flowers.
For I will rest, in lovers breasts.
And return again to innocence.
Dark shadow, a lover.
A Mormon man, a mother.
He held me close to his temple.
Thought of words and smiled simple.
Gentle as a strand of grass; against my innocence.
He hollowed out of my eyes and spilled his rainbow.
Buried in compartments with a window.
I get perverted like the moon,
I hold him close within my womb.
Impurities
I am purity., forming from impurities. Though my fruits are in a collision. Conflict between rotten and then the ripend. Born innocent as a lamb. thrown in the water rain mud. Black sheep, I swear, it’s just the murky water.
Lotus, is my seeds purpose. How to make such a stem to reach the heavens? How to cleave to the light so I can bloom? Consciousness and evolution are my expressions. Pills and potions are my repressions. I do not speak English, I never have. I speak of symbols for that is what I am.
I sat watching a flower as it was withering. I was embarrassed by its honesty.
Conor Oberst (via liquidlightandrunningtrees)
“I’ve cried, and you’d think I’d be better for it, but the sadness just sleeps, and it stays in my spine the rest of my life.
Conor Oberst (via le-immorte)
alice return home
Liv Ullmann, from Changing
within....