Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
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reblog if its friday and you made it
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Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.
reblog if its friday and you made it
Maybe I don’t want a garage. Maybe I want a greenhouse.
Castle Combe is a village in Wiltshire, where no new houses have been built since 1600. It's basically a time-travel fairytale just waiting for you to pop in.
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Dark academia is basically a pretentious way of telling someone that you’re touch-starved, gay and full of unquenched angst.
*aggressively reblogs*
The attempt at being “morally correct” in this side of tumblr when it comes to hexes, curses, etc. is so fucking infuriating.
newsflash-
witchcraft isn’t all about being “morally pure” or whatever the fuck. witchcraft is about each person making their craft their own. you shouldn’t be here to judge one or another based on if they perform hexes or not.
Oppressively forced chr*stianity is why you think about “morally pure” decisions at all so like. Go rinse your brain of their wash for like just a hot second.
it’s okay to be tired if even you didn’t do anything to “earn” it. when you’re tired, you’re tired. you don’t need to justify to other people what you “did” to feel run down
Someone last week told me that “rest isn’t a reward for good work, rest is necessary to do good work.”
hi i used to be on witchblr but haven’t been for many years, i need new peeps to follow!
like/reblog if you’re active & post about
tarot
Norse paganism/heathenry (not the N*zi kind pls)
Hellenic polytheism
spellcraft
queer witchcraft
crystals
astrology
city witchcraft
kitchen/hearth craft
Freyja
Aphrodite/Venus
Persephone
thx, looking forward to getting to know u ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
Your deities hear you.
They hear every prayer. They hear every question, every wish, every whisper that is meant for them.
Even if it feels like there’s no one there sometimes. Even if it feels like your prayers aren’t being answered.
They hear you. They love you. They understand you. You don’t need to hear them for this to be true.
looking for more uk/europe based blogs to follow!
reblog/like this post if you:
are uk/europe based
are lgbt-friendly & anti-racist
post about witchcraft, nature, spirituality, paganism &/or occultism
my feed can be be quiet during the day so im hoping to change that! thank u!! •°☆•☆°•
I really hate the term baby witch. we don’t use that term for any other practice in life I feel like “someone starting their spiritual path” or a “beginner witch” is so much more accurate to that experience instead of very literally infantilizing he process.
“Can I just tell you something? I’m asexual.”
can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are polyam-safe blogs
woke up with sadness swallowed a night before, caused by longing for a very old friendship which died in avoidance and fear of losing. fell asleep with salty mouth and red eyes, which set my morning to a very unfortunate mood. i wore my favorite outfit, reached for a book that fascinates me, and remembered that some things will never change, because others are not ready to drop their grudges. so happy for who I am, where I am and for the love I receive from my partner. that’s all I ever needed.
i hate it when people ask me “what are your interests in life?” dude i have no idea. i cannot explain. i'm not a person. i'm a collection of miracles, bound together by both sunlight and darkness. i'm also much more than that; i am a story, a home, a wolf that howls in the night. i'm the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.
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i’m always a slut for natural history museums
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