EnViA

A painting is a charm. A story is a spell. A picture is an enchantment. Art is magic.

[en-vi-a]

Don't "find the time" time isn't hiding, it is forever going, forever aware Cannot "make the time" as you do not will the stars nor their placements in the skies

Take the time; Claim it Dedicate ticking hours or minutes Time will not give it, but will lend it. Thank it, then dance.

[batsandboba]

“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

[vexheart]

This

[en-vi-a]

I feel like many of us, myself included, have strayed away from what will make ourselves happy and steered into what others say works. Even down to our houses. Getting off so my socials this past year has really opened my eyes to that. Now I'm turning my house back into how my days work, not what might work based off what worked from an influencer I never knew or planned ever know if it wasn't for the FYP.

[minimalistquotes]

May you find the courage to disappoint people who expect you to stay small.

[peteneems]

[en-vi-a]

Born in 1994

[importantcatpics]

[goth-queen]

[depsidase]

[homey-worshiper]

modern hobbies that honour ancient times

calligraphy and lettering, rewriting your favourite text in a pretty style

pressing flowers and flower collecting, botanical illustrations

bird watching

pottery, ceramics and clay sculpting, both for practical use and also the pretty little trinkets

embroidery, customising your clothes, linens

sewing and quiltmaking

knitting, crochet, weaving and macrame

woodcarving, whittling

practising martial arts

making playlists and dancing to them

soap making and carving

stargazing

mixology, alcohol was always important in hellenic practice {moctails and non-alcoholic drinks also count}

learning a language

painting, colouring and drawing

making jewellery

bread baking

candle making

meditation

hosting parties and events

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[isuggestlandback]

If you ever wondered why they call tattoos and piercings "unprofessional" and "unsophisticated"

Source: Lainey Molnar

[buccason]

Some recommended books on traditional witchcraft and folk magic 🐐

The God of the witches; Margaret Murray

Treading the Mill; Nigel Pearson

The Devil’s Dozen; Gemma gary

The black toad; Gemma Gary

Traditional Witchcraft A Cornish Book of Ways; Gemma gary

A History of Magic, Witchcraft and the occult

Mastering Witchcraft; Paul Huson

The crooked Path; Kelden

The Witch cult in western Europe; Margaret Murray

folk witchcraft: a guide to lore, land, and the familiar spirit for the solitary practitioner; Roger J horne

The Witches' Devil: Myth and Lore for Modern Cunning; Roger J horne

A Broom at Midnight: 13 Gates of Witchcraft by Spirit Flight; Roger J horne

The Witch's Art of Incantation: Spoken Charms, Spells, & Curses in Folk Witchcraft; Roger j Horne

The black Book of Isobel Gowdie: and other Scottish Spells & Charms

Cartomancy in Folk Witchcraft: Playing Cards and Marseille Tarot in Divination, Magic, and Lore; Roger J Horne

Alive With Spirits: The Path and Practice of Animistic Witchcraft

Besom, Stang and Sword: A Guide to Traditional Witchcraft, the Six-Fold Path and the Hidden Landscape

The Witch-Hunt in Early Modern Europe, Brian P. Levack

The Malleus Maleficarum

The clovenstone working; Robin Artisson

Demons and Spirits of the land, Claude Lecouteux

Under the witching tree; Corinne Boyer

Letters From The Devil’s Forest; Robin Artisson

The magic of the horse shoe; Lawrence

These are just a few books on traditional witchcraft and folk magic; I hope this has been helpful:)

[en-vi-a]

I miss IMVU

[lemonsweet]

Very fascinated by this Walmart shirt. Could they not use the actual phrase or something? It's not even specifying "when you're mean to me" it's just when you're mean in general this particular bunny gets hurt. She carries all suffering. This bunny experiences all evil in the world.

[en-vi-a]

I want this shirt. I'm going to get this shirt. Cut it up and wear it as a crop. I sympathize for this bunny that carries the suffering for all.

[en-vi-a]

I've deleted all the swallowing apps from my phone; now what?

I've been journaling for a year and a half already, I've created my curriculum in the same span, along with crafts and interest I've had before. I've set up my laptop to be the only thing I can use to go to any sight that resembles and drowning draw of social media, though, I'm less likely to scroll through phone sized videos on my laptop. I'm back to the basics, back to how it was just a year before COVID. Except the roleplaying with other people, that I am not sure I will ever get back, which is saddening.

But now what?

The long sluggish moment of coming back to myself while feeling completely lost, that's what. Good thing I have friends to talk to and grass to touch.

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[aquilacalvitium]

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

[en-vi-a]

I'd also like to be reminded by this, lol

[en-vi-a]

I have PMDD

Diagnosed nearly 3 years ago, after a really bad year of highs and lows that began to make me feel like I was not myself. I've always had it before, but pregnancy, hormones, removing my implant had revived the little beast within me, unknowingly unaware that it had grown in it's hibernation.

The absolute untethering inside me head; the conscious thought of seeing what was happening around me, the logical response, or at least the usual one flooding my thoughts and filling my tongue with reactions readied up only to have a different flame, that did not feel like my own, burn through me and spew its fire at the people I loved, the people I cared for, and what was more, spun that twisted mirror of my mother right back to me.

I saw the thread, the repetition, the generations of what was happening again and again, ever unchanged, and I hated it. That hate turned toward myself, dug under the reactions that were ever increasing as though it were being nested and taken care of by it's roar. Nothing can be wrong if I was loud or demanding enough.

But my bones felt tense, my body not my own; my head felt ready to split in two not from pain but the consistent feeling that I was not me, while also being entirely myself.

I wanted to figure it out, change my diet, find the right solution through supplements or prescribed pills. Nothing really stuck, a few things shrank the nest of terror and depression, diluting the self-loathing and anxiety of never being enough to just a bubble I could smoke away. But in the end, I decided to go back onto my birth control implant.

It worked..... somewhat. I am not cured. I did have disasters that tear through my home in messes of mania. Wanting to cleanse the house; throw it all away and start over; thinking I can do it all; believing in myself, in my art, my writing. Only for the next week to send me prone in my bed with the tiny voice of never being enough whispering in my head.

But it isn't shouting, nor it is burning, so I can manage. I can speak louder, even if I listen just for the moment, I can find myself turning away, getting up, and going on. I can breathe before I response, I can think. I was lucky to find these solutions.