she smelled of daisies

i write sometimes.

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I created a new blog to document my journey with Tarot and other mystic wonders. mystic-airfire.tumblr.com

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There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well.

Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena (via wordsnquotes)

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Zthebug and Anna Mosity shot on film by Sorryiruinedyourholiday April 2016

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And it has been one hell of a year. I have worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks. This is what surviving looks like, my dear.

Michelle King, It Has Been One Hell of a Year (via journalofanobody)

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Daily Draw 12/04/16 IX of Wands Reversed

Today I focused on giving up who I think I should be, and accepting instead who I am. The pressures I put on myself lead me to feel overwhelmed, unsuccessful, like a waste of space. I have more dreams and desires than I am able to realistically handle, and so I am letting go of any feelings of inadequacy for not achieving them. It is okay to let go of something I thought defined me. I am not a lesser person if I do.

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[hungerorsuperabundance-deactiva]

Do. The. Work. Every day, you have to do something you don’t want to do. Every day. Challenge yourself to be uncomfortable, push past the apathy and laziness and fear. Otherwise, the next day you’re going to have two things you don’t want to do, then three and four and five, and pretty soon, you can’t even get back to the first thing. And then all you can do is beat yourself up for the mess you’ve created, and now you’ve got a mental barrier to go along with the physical barriers.

Tim Grover, Relentless (via the-rose-emperor)

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I damned myself for turning my back on the poetry that used to hold me together. Even the boy you always wrote for can help you forget who you are once he confesses he likes you back. But this isn’t his fault. This isn’t a poem about him. This is a poem about not writing, and it is written on the only pages left in this notebook that are not already filled with words. About never feeling like I am doing enough. Writing has failed me in the same way it has protected me. It gave me something to do instead of nothing. It gave me something to do instead of something. This is a poem about how I used to write about him but this is not a poem about him. This is a poem about not ever really being a writer after all. About not being sure if I ever actually wanted to be, or if I just wasn’t sure what else there was left of me.

[samsalamander]

“When I was young I thought every star in the sky was a starfish that swam all the way up to the night, took one last breath, set itself on fire and fell, just so I could make a wish. Life isn’t like that, it’s like this: Hard as concrete beneath your feet sometimes, but you keep on walking block by block, mile by mile, cause every aisle in the store is empty but the sky is never out of stock when it comes to things to live for.” - Andrea Gibson

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Daily Draw 12/02/16 - X of Cups

I’ve been feeling lately like I am not accomplishing enough in my life, particularly with my poetry, and I was contemplating this while shuffling my deck, questioning what I need to focus on to feel more fulfilled. When I pulled this card, I was absolutely reduced to tears. The X of Cups is a card of family happiness, friendship, contentment. It is a reminder that I am happy within my home. That I am where I want to be. This is where I am meant to be.

I took this as a suggestion to focus on what I do have, rather than what I don’t or what I am not. I am surrounded by several truly honest, loving relationships. We give and we receive. We love and are loved. I have a beautiful family, and I am fulfilled with the friendships that have been cultivated within it. I need to focus on these relationships as a part of my journey of self-healing and enlightenment.

Accompanied by azurite-malachite for opening the third eye chakra and encouraging psychic awareness.

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I damned myself for turning my back on the poetry that used to hold me together. Even the boy you always wrote for can help you forget who you are once he confesses he likes you back. But this isn't his fault. This isn't a poem about him. This is a poem about not writing, and it is written on the only pages left in this notebook that are not already filled with words. About never feeling like I am doing enough. Writing has failed me in the same way it has protected me. It gave me something to do instead of nothing. It gave me something to do instead of something. This is a poem about how I used to write about him but this is not a poem about him. This is a poem about not ever really being a writer after all. About not being sure if I ever actually wanted to be, or if I just wasn't sure what else there was left of me.

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[lifeinpoetry]

Dear love—with your hair like a bonfire that somebody kicked over—red, spread out, sparks flying. I don’t want to conquer you; I just want to climb you. I want to climb through the fire until I am the fire.

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook (via lifeinpoetry)

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Blocked in All Directions

I’m going to pause briefly gathering all my words, wrap them in my arms letting my heart soak them in, maybe then I can return with a heartfelt verse so I can feel what I’m writing free of this wicked writers curse…

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