you’re not over-sensitive for having strong feelings
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you’re not over-sensitive for having strong feelings
Someday I will have my own place. My world won’t be confined to my room. I will stumble sleepily through the house in the morning, opening the blinds. I will sit out in the backyard and look at the stars. I will go out whenever I want to. I will survive long enough to have that.
I am always here for you.
when the sun comes up in the morning, consider your heart new and repaired. consider the rest of the day a blank page. meet the world with the thought of something good in mind.
All that you are is enough.
for all the sea witches away from bodies of water, you are valid 🌊
for all the green witches with little to no green space, you are valid 🌿
for all the dream witches who have restless sleep or insomnia, you are valid 💤
for all the kitchen witches who have little to no kitchen experience, you are valid 🍴
for all the hereditary witches whose ancestors may be gone or offer little advice, you are valid 📖
for all the cosmic witches who cannot always view the skies clearly, you are valid 🌌
for all the witches who may feel they are not “enough” of their craft or studies, you are valid & you are brilliant✨
Today’s @aprildrawing letting me draw some wonderful magical girls.
Ballet poses are best poses!!! 🩰 🦢
I love ballet, it’s so graceful, and so I also love princess tutu 💕
I want a boy that'll sneak over and sit on my roof with me, we'll talk for hours about stupid things and point at the stars
just want a cute boy to tuck my hair behind my ear and kiss my forehead
About two weeks ago, I purchased my first tarot deck. Last week I experienced my first tarot reading as the reader and wanted to share!
I had a bit of anxiety going into the reading because I didn't know what to expect. I was afraid I would not pick up a connection with my cards and that the reading was going to tank.
Fortunately, that isn't what happened at all! I did two readings back to back; I used a one card spread and a three-card spread. I asked for something the universe needed me to know at this time, and where a relationship of mine was standing.
As I administered the reading, it felt as if there was a magnetic pull on my hand, and whatever force that was guiding my hand also stopped it when it was time to choose a card.
It was so surreal.
To all the other tarot readers here, is this a typical experience to have?
I haven't used my deck since because I do wish to be more knowledgeable before I continue.
i just want to feel like one of those beautiful breezy late summer afternoons where the sun is starting to dip low and everything is covered in a warm golden glow
Here’s To You
Here’s to the teens who got their hearts broken early and went through that mess of falling apart on their bedroom floors to the sound of their favorite sad songs.
Here’s to the kids who were bullied to the point of near breaking and wished beyond imagine that for once someone would just stop to say something nice in the hallway.
Here’s to the teens who had to get jobs as soon as it was legal just to eat a decent meal and afford someplace to live.
Here’s to the girls and guys who’ve been harassed and touched and forced into things they’ll never truly get over.
Here’s to the kids and teens who have barely made it through the education system even though they worked as hard as they could.
Here’s to the girls who have to brush off harassment because “boys will be boys” and “they shouldn’t have been wearing such revealing clothes”.
Here’s to the people who’ve had to hide in the closet because they know this world is quick to judge and slow to accept even if it’s only love.
Here’s to the people who’ve argued with who they are and have tried to be someone else because they’re scared to be themselves.
Here’s to the parents who have had to stand outside their kids’ bedroom doors listening to them sob and not knowing quite what to say.
Here’s to the people who’ve tried to drink and smoke away memories of people who never cared enough.
Here’s to the outcasts who’ve never known what it’s like to feel like they belong and have kept their distance all their lives just to make other people feel comfortable.
Here’s to the people who smile even when they want to cry and say they’re fine when they’re not even close.
Here’s to the people who have to socialize every day even though their lives are controlled by irrational anxiety.
Here’s to the people who’ve hurt themselves or attempted suicide because sometimes life just makes the struggle that unbearable.
Here’s to the people who have lost someone who made their world go round and had to sit through a funeral when they really just felt like screaming.
Here’s to the boys who feel like they have to be tough and strong and masculine so they don’t ever cry in front of people.
Here’s to the people who never felt right in their bodies and were relieved when they realized they could do something about it.
Here’s to the people who have sat in therapy sessions feeling broken and worthless and frustrated.
Here’s to the people who have looked in the mirror and hated what they’ve seen.
Here’s to the people who have struggled to eat or struggled to control their eating only to get made fun of for being too skinny or too fat.
Here’s to the kids who never knew real family for whatever reason and wish they knew what that kind of love was like.
Here’s to the kids who have to celebrate their abusive parents once or twice a year just because they “gave you life”.
Here’s to the kids who grew up having to raise their siblings because their parents never did anything.
Here’s to the people who made mistakes in their life that rip them apart every day and define the rest of their lives.
Here’s to the people who face stereotypes and slurs and prejudice every single day just because of their skin color or gender.
Here’s to the people who think they aren’t valid or loved and still have to find their place in this world.
Here’s to anyone who needed this. I’m proud of you.
Hey if I still taking request for Sigel pershaps I can create one for motivation?
“Motivation”
A gentle reminder that great things take time, and you can do it!
I believe in you.
To activate:
Put the sigil on a piece of paper and burn it in a fire.
Place the sigil on a piece of paper and dip it in water until it dissolves.
Put the sigil on a piece of paper and tear it in half.
Draw the sigil in the sand on the beach and let the sea wash it away.
Draw the sigil in the air with your energy and push it through a black hole to destroy it.
Burn a sigil into ashes, and then blow it away to destroy it.
Create the sigil in your mind, and then imagine it destroyed to activate it later.