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I want to be with someone who makes me want to make abstract paintings
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I’M BACK, WITCHES!!! Lolololol
Like, if you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen.....right?
SOrry it’s been so long since my last post. Things in the burb aren’t any better than they used to be.
Sometimes when I find my thoughts starting to get away from me i think about this story or fable or whatever about the Soldier and the Witch:
The Soldier And The Witch
Upon one fair day a Soldier was walking along the road. He was walking and didn’t know which road he was on, but that happens a lot when you’re just a Soldier and there is only one road. And there’s a War. And you’re a Soldier. You can be a Soldier and only have one road to walk on only because there is a War and that’s the one road. Too bad about your headache. Just too bad.
There were no trees for days and days, so the Soldier had to walk in the hot sun. It didn’t matter to him. The Soldier was fighting in a War, and sometimes that meant you had to walk in the hot sun. War was hot, and that meant you had to walk a lot, and walking a lot meant you had to be hot most of the time even if you had a headache. There were no trees for days and days, and that meant that he was walking in the sun. And he was always walking in the sun, because you can be a Soldier but if there is a War you have a hard time walking on a hot road with a headache. So goes being a Soldier in a War
The Soldier watched his shadow marching along with him. “If only I was walking in the shade of my own shadow,” he thought to himself, but immediately thought what a silly thought to think. War doesn’t have shadows and nor does this road because I am a Soldier. No matter how hard my head hurts, it’s going to be hot, and there is only one road.
One day the Soldier saw a tree farther down the road. It was a far far far ways away, but it was definitely a tree. Not a tree like how you and I think of a tree when we look out of our window or see a vase of flowers and can imagine a tree, but a tree made of wood and lines that scribbled a tree shape up and down and across the road. It was very far away, but the Soldier knew it would be nice to walk by a tree in a few days. The sun was still very hot, and his head hurt so much. But such is War if you’re a Soldier and the road is long and the sun is hot.
In a few days the Soldier reached the tree, and the shade of the tree made very cool. It’s one thing to be a Soldier that blocks out the sun, it’s another thing to be walking in the shadow of something that blocks out the sun. Once in the shadow of the tree the Soldier felt so cool and so restful. There was nothing else to do but lay down his sword a lie down for a while. One never really has a new headache, anyway. It’s always the same headache that comes back again and again. Besides, the road ahead was still so far away and so long and hot because of the sun and there was still a War. The War and the sun aren’t going anywhere.
He slept, and he slept, and he slept. The sun and the War felt farther and farther away, under the shade of the tree. Sleep is easy when you’re not walking along a road under the hot sun, especially when you’re a Soldier and there is a War. Sleep came to him as hot as the sun. A hot sleep, but much like walking in the shade.
“You’re a find of trap sing how song lots of you might bring.” said the Witch.
A sword might have been useful.
“What?” said the Soldier.
“Can’t bring a find for this if how you can maybe a song like trip?” said the Witch.
A sword would really have been useful, waking up like this.
“What?” said the Soldier.
“Get a fine front of up in there get a back for this up.” said the Witch.
A sword would have been great to have right now, but the Soldier couldn’t find his or remember if there was one he brought or who had it.
“A tree up and the go get hers him is theirs they are is our is a tinder box down and up” said the Witch, using the Soldier’s sword to point a the top of the dry tree.
“What?” said the Soldier.
“Get a tinder take the box and give it he is to her here to she is right there is might tinder box of here her is get it to me.” said the Witch, gesturing with the Soldier’s sword at the knot in the tree which was just wide enough to fit a man’s shoulders through.
“What?” said the Soldier.
“Nothing if to take the see liver, good, gold good go older, a dawn dog of doubt of see sliver go over old gold to dawn dog the tinder box.” said the Witch.
Not knowing if he was still dreaming or whether or not he wanted to be awake, the Soldier pressed his hands and feet against the ground. Then he pressed his head again the tree. Then he pressed his hands against the tree and his feet against the ground. Then he pressed his head against his back and his hands against the tree and his feet against the the tree. It was a lot like walking along the road, because there was the sun and the sun was hot. He did this again and again, pressing here on a limb, pulling there on the ground, pressing his head again his back until he was at the knot.
Dark and cool air was pressing back at him from the knot, and that was a nice shade to be in.
“A tender box” said the Soldier, not pressing against anything.
“What?” said the Witch.
Which bitch witch she hitch the switch would good gold wood good slivers under fingers slivers and sliver silver slither tinder box of silver knocks and he cuts her head off. The witch’s head I mean. He cuts her head off. The Soldier found his sword. He has gold and silver and the thing and is backing off the tree but the road is still there and so is the Sun so it’s still so Hot and he’s still a Soldier and there’s still a War.
So nice to walk in the shade.
Energy transfer to cleanse my room of negativity 🕯
CHADWICK BOSEMAN the Oscars, Dolby Theatre, Los Angeles | March 4, 2018
Mom was in some sort of weird coma for the past month and Cheryl our neighbor was kind of looking after us because dad is on a business trip in Romania. Cheryl kinda sucks and only makes us cheese sandwitches but mostly she would just watch Price is Right and tell us about her husband who left and is now dating this girl who was a cashier at the Publix he also worked at and how he’s a motherfucking snake low life lying piece of shit and she drinks a LOT of margaritas but it’s just like tequila and lime Gatorade??? Like wtf ??? S and R and I were out in the woods behind the old library that they’re going to tear down soon and we heard like this like baby crying or something? It was coming from everywhere around us and the wind was like swirling and the clouds were all dark and we weeere like holy fucking shit what the fuck is happening. We were like super scared and S said we should call the police but I was all like maybe I think I hear it coming out of that tree and so we like took a stick and a brick we found as protection and climbed over a bunch of logs and found a fox that was all bloody and had like matted fur and was making this OOOOOWOWEEEEOOWOOOOWSOOWWWOOOOOOWWWWEEEEUYYUYIOWWWEIEEEEWEE sound. We were gonna like try to go get a towel or something to wrap it up but then it kinda like stood up. Like stood up. On its hind legs. Like a man. It looked like a man now and kinda stumbled and I was like fuck fuck fuck and S and R were like fuck fuck fuck fuck and it like walked up and coughed like a ball of like tar or something !!! I was like we have to go and we were like backing up and it was like walking toward us so I threw the brick I realized I was holding and hit it in the side of its head and it stopped and like opened it’s mouth. Like opened it’s mouth really big I thought I had broken its jaw it was so big the Fox’s mouth was so big and like deep and then it’s eyes I could see it’s eyes were like a man’s eyes. It had man eyes and its mouth was so big and it started making that OOOOOOWEEOEOWOWWWWWWOOOOOOIIIIEEEOOOUGGHHHHHHHOOOOOIIIIEEEEEEEEEE sound again and then like choked? Black like water or something started like shooting out of its mouth at us and I couldn’t move and it got all over my Free People jeans and it hurt and I screamed and we ran and I could hear that thing or fox or manfox ???? like screaming like a baby like how a baby screams and we ran and ran and ran and R threw up and S was like not moving her face or saying anything. I was like we have to go back to my house or school or something but S wouldn’t move or stop like staring at the sun and R kept crying and throwing up. We sat, I sat I guess, and S just stood and R was in the fetal position crying and I wanted to help but I coildNt. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help. I don’t know what happened but it was dark like we were just there behind the library and it was night time and the police were around us and they had blankets and Cheryl was there and she was drunk and crying. I went home and S went to the hospital because of her eyes. She like can’t see any more right now and I’m super super freaked out. R is ok but she looks like shit and won’t talk because she still makes dry heaves and dry flakes come out so she’s going to be in the hospital for a bit too. Anyway, Mom is back home and Cheryl didn’t tell her what happened because she thinks it’s her fault because she got drunk and fell asleep and drove around drunk to find us. All Cheryl said to me was “I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t help. It found you and I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help.” which was like suuuuuper weird because idk. I won’t tell Mom. I won’t tell anyone. This wound on my back won’t heal.
A Blessing to Welcome Winter
Purpose: To invoke and inspire contentment, inner peace, and the strength to better resolve any conflict within the upcoming season. Let your worries fall with the snowflakes!
Acquire Your Items: Two sticks of cinnamon, a small light blue ribbon or thread, a white candle
Pre-Ritual: Deep-clean the space you wish to perform your blessing within. Let this area be your designated spot for the following steps, once it has been wiped down, vacuumed, and cleared of any messiness. Lay your supplies out before you.
Ritual: Choose a time in early December in which you feel ready to transition to the coming Winter (regardless of how the weather is outside)! Take ten deep breaths, tie your two cinnamon sticks together, and light your white candle before you; the cinnamon representing luck and fortune, the color blue representing tranquility, and the white candle representing peace and oneness. Light the candle. Hold onto your cinnamon bundle, charging it with your most gentle, welcoming, abundant energies. Visualize your worries falling with the snowflakes, and eventually melting away for good. Recognize the season of Winter as the ending of a period, a time to both rejoice in your accomplishments, and to welcome any upcoming change. Repeat the following chant:
“My heart is warm and I have earned
All that which I have gained.
The year shall close but I shall not;
There’s so much left to learn.”
Post-Ritual: Keep your cinnamon stick bundle in a special spot with your candle (like near your bed), lighting the candle whenever your soul calls for peace. Blessed be! 🕊✨❄️
Thx but nothx
Mom read one of those magazines at the grocery store checkout line and now we’re having a Dump Thanksgiving. Dump. Thanksgiving. Dump. Kill me now.
My pendulum and hand-drawn pendulum map in grimoire I’ve made myself 🌙
ok so Obvi i don’t normally post stuff like this because who wants another vaguebooking rant from me lol but uuuuugggggghhh R is driving me insane!!!!! and she’s like a best friend? whatever is going on between her and S has started some kind of rift and it’s freaking me out. like in physics we R and i were sitting together for the class project and all we had to do was make a pendulum swing and predict the arc with math or whatever boring boring boring. all of a sudden R gets all mad at me for asking about whether she’s hanging with S after the show on Sat and she just like glares at me all silent and does that thing with her eyes!!!! like hellloooo!! juust because i asked or whatever doesnt mean that you have to like tell me like each and every thing your thinking! and all of a sudden Mr. Bell starts like telling kids to move away because our pendulum is like doing flips....... no joke like spinning around like some fan or something. i freak out and R freaks out and then the thing like SNAPS and the weight just like freaking SHOOTS into the ceiling. we were all like whoa and Mr. Bell was all like what did you do??? and R starts crying and has to leave and then Bill D just says like FUCK I TOLD YOU SO so he gets in trouble. anyway i’m just standing there like uuuughhh R you don’t have to be so mad about S and take it out on me!!! i saw her later at Holy Grain and she was like apologetic or whatever but still said ‘you have to pick a side’ and i was all like WHAT ?? you’re both my bffs and i can’t like do this and so i said i can’t and she just like stormed off and walked out into the street adn a car like slammed into a pole. like WHAT. THE. FUCK.
Energy transfer to cleanse my room of negativity 🕯
I’ve made this rabbit hole my home but I’m still not sure how many rooms it has.
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