Types of Led Zeppelin stans:
Robert stans: *tryna figure out Robert's hair routine*
Jimmy stans: *horny 24/7*
Bonzo stans: *comparing him to a wild bear and a teddy bear at the same time 🐻*
Jonesy stans: we exist😐
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Types of Led Zeppelin stans:
Robert stans: *tryna figure out Robert's hair routine*
Jimmy stans: *horny 24/7*
Bonzo stans: *comparing him to a wild bear and a teddy bear at the same time 🐻*
Jonesy stans: we exist😐
I cannot stand small talk, because I feel like there's an elephant standing in the room shitting all over everything and nobody is saying anything. I'm just dying to say, “Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?" or "Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?" But you can't say that at a cocktail party.
— Paul Gilmartin
I am tired. These people make me feel I have a hole in the middle of me.
— D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent
“the kiss,” grace slick and janis joplin photographed by jim marshall, 1967
Grace Slick of the Jefferson Airplane backstage at The Family Dog At The Great Highway on June 13 ,1969 in San Francisco, California. (Photo by Robert Altman)
Grace Slick performing at Lindley Meadows, San Francisco | September 28, 1975
Florence Welch for "Gucci in Bloom" campaign
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You,"he said," are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.
— Emilie Autumn
Please sign this petition to stop this clown-looking motherfucker.
He is devastatingly handsome...young and tender baby lion...and bonus close up of that large graceful hand. Reblogging
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for l'm one of them.
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* to live like this. *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
Localizing Your Practice
So much witchcraft emphasizes how important it is to honor and work with the Earth, but then teaches us spells with ingredients we basically have to import using locations we don’t have access to. It’s rare to find an existing grimoire or guide book that actually works with where we live. We can still use them, but it doesn’t enhance our connection to our local land, which to many can feel important. Here are some tips for localizing your practice and working with the land you actually live on.
See what nature exists around you. Explore your own backyard with a critical eye. What plants can you actually go and pick yourself? What are those plants associated with? Do you have access to a creek or river? What does your local land actually have on it? If magic correspondences for your local plants haven’t been written about, you may have to do your own research. Example: I grow several plants on my back porch which I can potentially use for magic.There are magnolia trees and rhodedendrons on the grounds of my apartment complex. My parent’s neighbors have chickens in the backyard, so I have access to some feathers when they shed.
Check out local folklore, legends, etc. This is one of my favorite parts, but can also be the hardest. What are the stories of your area, both on a local and cultural scale. Example: A West Virginian may incorporate legends of the Mothman. Everyone says that one building on my old college campus is haunted (and they’re right.) People talk about that liminal-space feeling when you drive down that one road at night.
Find the magic spots. Sometimes the urban legends will tip you off to these (usually in a bad way) but other times you can find them on your own. A place where the energy is just right for some reason. A place you can go to be closer to nature, or a place you could host a ritual if needed. Sometimes it’s just a place where you can feel your mind open a little bit. Example: The shady corner of a public park. The tunnel downtown. That weirdly-perfect circle of trees in the woods behind Wal-Mart.
Meet your land wights. Spirits of the local land. This could be the fair folk, but also house spirits, the spirits of the trees near you, the nature spirits of wherever you are. They’re there. Be good to them and they’ll be good to you! Note: Some spirits and wights will not be interested in working with you, and that’s okay. I generally think it’s good to at least leave a polite offering to just be on general decent terms even if you never work with them more directly beyond that.
Check in with your Seasons. Harvest holidays generally don’t have actual lifestyle importance to most people reading this. The seasonal shifts other people write about may be from a very different climate than yours! Figure out a calendar that works for you. It doesn’t have to be detailed, but something that ties you to the seasons as you actually experience them. I also love working in any fun annual festivals nearby, if any.
You once told me that the human eye is god's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still it holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous