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Secret Symbols of the Rosicrucians. 17th century.

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🌙🔮 witchy music 🎶🌿

I’m always searching for music that ignites and feeds my magickal energy, so here are a few of my very favorite artists that influence my practice. I hope one inspires you

SEVDALIZA (a Virgo)

Like a divine author equipped with the forces of nature, she writes new laws of physics, crafting a universe in her music that exists purely to express her mind. Listen to her and your body will feel a little heavy, mind a little slower, and there will be a bloom of unity between physical sight and the inner eye. (Grounding & personal power, cursing, protection, cleansing)

Listen to: Human, That Other Girl, Sirens of the Caspian, Clear Air

BANKS (a Gemini)

I listen to Banks at night. She captures that gloomy, dark, almost erotic feeling of camping alone or skinny dipping under a full moon. Her smokey voice makes me think of dark forests and nocturnal animals, rum and lighting cigarettes from embers. She makes me creative, like illustrating my grimoire or arranging my altar. (Moon magick, love & sex work, past life regression, potions)

Listen to: Mother Earth, Goddess, Gemini Feed, Weaker Girl, Poltergeist, Fuck With Myself

Liraz (a Gemini)

Liraz has an energy that flies into your heart and creates wings. Her voice is the voice of a river goddess who travels to villages during summer festivals and nourishes them. I hear her and I feel like I can conquer the treacherous deserts of life or simply wish them into an oasis. When I’m trying to manifest my goals, I can borrow her confidence and sharpness to get my work done. (Manifesting, self-love, full moons, kabbalah)

Listen to: Age Ya Rooz, Love Me Like You Do, Nozi Nozi, Zendegi, Ameneh

Bon Iver (a Taurus)

I think everyone who listens to Bon Iver would agree that the best word to describe Justin Vernon’s style is “ethereal.” He has had a lot of influence on artists like Kanye, too. When I listen to Bon Iver, I feel my mind being exercised into finding patterns and meaning where I would otherwise look passed them. (Divination, healing, numbers, sacred geometry & sigils, crystals)

Listen to: 715 CR∑∑KS, Moon Water, Holocene, 666, Heavenly Father, Blood Bank

FKA twigs (a Capricorn)

Her moon is in Sagittarius and her music makes that so obvious. It’s a journey with her, an adventure of twists and surprising pitches and beats that are difficult to identify. She is a master creator of a painted almost royal world. Like a candle or sand falling through my hands, she’s as familiar as she entrancing; a reality slightly altered. (Astral projection, dream work, tarot cards, astrology)

Listen to: Water Me, Pendulum, Video Girl

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the types as bitches i hate in college and also ive had a lot of wine

ESFJ: that social butterfly bitch that doesn’t understand anything ever without asking twelve clarifying questions before you can explain shit, like i was gonna explain that obvious feature of your new iphone in four seconds chris, how about you chill and stop acting like IM the weird one

ISFJ: that boring nice bitch who has probably never had a unique individual thought in their life. they’re like, solely reactionary beings, the true wobbuffets of real life.

ESFP: that crazy bitch whose super weird but everybody likes because theyre just weird enough to be likable but never hangs out with you consistently because theyre too involved with theatre or ecstasy or some shit idk

ISFP: that sarcastic bitch whose somehow still obsessed with fandoms and superwholock and probably owns a horse back home or something

ENFJ: that starry eyed bitch who loves everybody and wants to save the world or some shit, idk, my eyes glazed over a quarter way through your monologue; besides, it all just pans out to you feeling bad about yourself because you can’t live up to the impossible standards you set for yourself anyways so am i really missing anything???

INFJ: that passive aggressive bitch whos always gotta remind you that they’re the most rare mbti type, and act all ethereal and distant and shit when we all know ur a dime a dozen on a college campus anyways

ENFP: that emotionally dead bitch who convinces everybody that theyre not because theyre so enthusiastic and tells you their whole life story the first time you meet them to cause shock and awe but also to get you lowkey emotionally attached

INFP: that sensitive bitch who wants to be a writer or an artist or something but is too obsessed with memes to get very far

ESTJ: that polysci bitch who runs for class president when everybody knows damn well you don’t do any real anything on campus and the dean regards you with as much contempt as i do

ISTJ: that awkward bitch who knows they’re not that fun so they try really hard to put themselves out there and just makes it awkward and weird for the whole party

ESTP: that loud bitch who gotta be the center of attention all the time and everybody likes for some reason

ISTP: that angry bitch whose a wannabe sociopath and always telling you how much they hate people and want to murder people for, like, literally no reason like calm down edgelord tom.

ENTJ: that problematic bitch who starts shit right at the end of class because success and proving that they know shit is the only thing that makes them feel anything anymore

INTJ: that condescending sarcastic ass bitch that rolls their eyes whenever somebody raises their hand and is probably one dumb question away from bringing a gun to school

ENTP: that annoying bitch who starts arguments in class with everybody because they think its fun or wanna prove they know useless knowledge or logic or some shit idk stanley and idc just stop arguing with the professor its psych 101 and i want to go home

INTP: that quiet bitch who spends the whole party looking around in the corner and asking their friend if they can leave yet and only talks during class to explain something semi useless and tangental to the topic at hand

my-minor-heaven

“At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.”

— Caitlin Moran (via bruisinq)

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Руки...

В мужчине главное - руки.

Руки. Сильные, нежные, умелые, искренние, талантливые, надёжные. Всё можно почувствовать по мужским рукам. Руки всё могут рассказать.. обнять, удержать, приласкать, построить ваш дом, донести твои сумки, унести тебя в рай, взять тебя и украсть у всех, у самой себя, у глупых мыслей о невозможности, о преградах, о логично ли и как было в прошлый раз.. украсть для себя, для тебя, для вас, для жизни, для счастья.

Чувствуешь? Его руки - они могут всё. Для тебя. Ради вас. Он молчит и обнимает, смотрит на дорогу и держит твою ладонь в своей, спит и прижимает тебя к себе. Любовь мужчины в его руках. И когда ты понимаешь, что он не хочет от тебя их забирать никогда.. отдаёшь в них свою жизнь.

В женщине главное - желание отдать себя в руки мужчине. Всю.

Чело Век