I’ve been absent, but not stagnating. Just got top surgery! 1 week post op. Finally got to see my results yesterday and I’m in love.
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I’ve been absent, but not stagnating. Just got top surgery! 1 week post op. Finally got to see my results yesterday and I’m in love.
It’s easy to Summon the Raven 💀💞
Off topic, but I photo-edited myself to see what I’d look like with top surgery and now I’m doing everything in my power to make this a reality.
Excuse the shoddy blending and slight warping... I did the best I could with a laptop trackpad and my finger.
Jim Shaw (American, b. 1952), The Woman in the Wilderness, 2016. Acrylic on muslin, 48 x 66 in.
My Lady of the Night
In dreams, my ears behold her song— The note that tempts a poet’s heart And lingers long Beyond the hour when Night departs And settles in my soul. Her voice, a storm of many winds, The cadence of a screech-owl’s cry; Her beauty rends All men to fools who swoon and sigh Beneath her sultry gaze. Her words, a hymn to Eden’s fall— With God nor Man she would not dwell. She spurned them all And with her pride, went forth to Hell Where honor could be won. I weep, my heart at her command, So taken by her splendid dirge; She takes my hand And beckons me to stay with her— My Lady of the Night.
On a lesser level, my dream last night means that I’ve been putting off doing the dishes for so long that my subconscious decided to use them to murder me.
However, it’s much deeper than that. For too long I’ve been taking it easy, using frivolous distractions as a comfort instead of pushing myself to do the things I need to do. This dream was a violent reminder for me to get my act together.
What does this dream say about my character?
I’m lucid and standing in my kitchen. There’s a blue-haired version of me standing there too. I pet her hair and comment how soft it is! “My hair used to be that soft too, I miss it! Does that mean you’re a slightly younger version of me? *gasp* Are you me from the PAST?”
She smiles mysteriously and shrugs.
“Hey, you know what we should do?” I ask. “We should kiss. I’ve never kissed myself before.” She scoffs at me. “Okay, maybe I did that one time. But we should do it anyway!”
We kiss and it is kind of nice. Not as memorable as what happens next though.
She smiles at me after we pull away from our kiss. “You know what else would be kinda fun?” she asks as she pulls a large knife out of the sink behind me. “If I cut your neck!”
“Um, but that would hurt,” I say. My back is pressed against the counter as she leans over me, knife in hand, grinning casually.
“Yep! Probably.” She swings the knife down towards my neck, but I stop the blade with my hand. We were right. It DOES hurt.
“I don’t really wanna do this,” I tell her.
“Ah, don’t be a wimp!”
I push her off me and grab another knife from the sink. We have an intense “sword” battle not made any less epic by the fact that we’re using my crappy kitchen knives. “Come on, just let me cut you!” she taunts me.
“No way! My alarm will be going off soon and then this will be over. I just have to hold you off until then!” I’m starting to think I won’t be able to last that long, though. She’s getting more and more aggressive. It seems less like she wants to cut me now and more like she wants to goad me into cutting her. Fine, have it your way.
I grab her wrist in one hand and stab her deep into her gut. This is when my usual “berserker mode” kicks in and I go a little overboard. I rip the knife out and stab it into her chest, twisting the blade as I go, then again in her neck. My riled up bloodlust says to keep going, but she falls to the ground in a pool of her own blood (my blood?) and I sit on top of her. “It didn’t have to be like this!” I say. “If you had just quit trying to cut me, we could have had fun together!”
Before she dies, she grabs my hand and says something about making me promise her that I’ll do better from now on. Then she dies and disappears from underneath me.
(The dream didn’t end there, but that particular plot did. I had sleep paralysis nightmares afterwards as well).
Someone doesn’t want me to get any work done today.
I created a basic printer-friendly Minor Arcana study guide to help me learn to read more intuitively. PDF Version available here.
Why is she like this?
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whats something u do stereotypical for ur sign? ill go first im a virgo and i wash the dishes by hand bc i dont trust the dishwasher
Constantly playing with my hair and looking at myself in the mirror, leo
@satsuti @phoenyxthemage @imaginarywitchcraft 😜😘
I’m a Scorpio, and you don’t wanna know. 😉
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Yesterday I woke up after dreaming about an annoying rap song called “I Caught a SNAIL.” Later that day the prophecy was fulfilled as I came upon this snail on the sidewalk.
I had uncontrollable sleep paralysis for hours due to the storm waking me up last night.
At first I thought someone had broken into my house, so I woke myself up and realized I’d been hallucinating. But no matter what position I moved to I’d just instantly go straight back into SP. Back, left side, right side, stomach. I was just so tired, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I submitted to my fate.
Most of it is a jumble because I was so exhausted. One thing I remember for sure is that a big man walked into my room, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I just resignedly allowed myself to be carried to the room I call my Library. I won’t say what he did to me, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve had happen in SP.
After that, I ended up in bed again. But more and more things kept happening and I STILL was in sleep paralysis. Finally I got pissed. This had been going on for what felt like hours! “All. I. Want. Is. To. SLEEP!” I telepathically yelled, sending out a massive shockwave of energy blasting through the room. I sent out two more for good measure. Suddenly everything was quiet. No more screeching demon voices, no more figures in the shadows, no more turbulent vibrations wracking my body. FINALLY. I drifted off peacefully into ACTUAL sleep and had no more SP the rest of the night.