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ange de la petite mort

[thecupidwitch]

Metal Correspondences

Gold: positive, wisdom, common-sense, longevity, self-confidence, creativity, wealth, authority, power, masculinity, death

Silver: neutral, intuition, wisdom, psychic, reflection, truth, feminine, cycles, strong emotions, dreams, fertility

Bronze: psychic ability, protection, property

Copper: passive, love, creation, balance, energy conduction, wealth, healing, art, peace, magnetism, gentleness, kindness

Iron: willpower, assertiveness, courage, strength, aggression, determination, grounding energy, protection, self-defense, power, male fertility rites, New beginnings, speed, Wards against ghosts and spirits, astral travel

Lead: contact with the spirit world, grows business, provides stability, banishes negativity, useful in breaking addiction cycles, protection, personal preservation, concentration, conservation of resources

Tin: abundance, wealth, success in legal matters, stimulation, attracting what you desire, energy, healing, regeneration, rejuvenation, meditation and relaxation, honor, wisdom

Palladium: increasing knowledge, wisdom, ancient knowledge, working with the spirit realm, increasing psychic power, safe travel

Aluminum: calming, meditation, protection, travel, truth, reflection

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[thecupidwitch]

Herb's Properties part 2

Apple: Garden magic, love, healing and wisdom, vanity, marriage and beauty.

Agrimony: Shielding and hex-breaking, aids sleep, brings luck towards you and is powerful in spell reversal.

Allspice: Money, luck, healing, love

Benzoin: Purification, prosperity, helps to soothe tension by dispelling anger and lessening irritability, de stressing, helps with depression, concentration, astral projection

Catnip: love, luck, happiness, beauty.

Cardamom: Lust, love, and fidelity. Sweetens the personality

Cumin: Fidelity, protection, exorcism.

Damiana: Love, lust, lucid dreaming, astral projection

Elder Tree: Sleep, releasing enchantments, protection against negativity, banishing.

Ginseng: Love, beauty, healing and lust.

Hibiscus: Love, lust, dreams, divination.

Hawthorn: Change, rebirth, protection, emotional healing, and happiness in relationships

Lemon Balm: Love, fertility, anti-depressant, and soothing emotional pain

Mandrake: Strengthens spells, protection, fertility, and courage

Nettle: Courage, breaking curses, healing, protection, crossing thresholds, and renewal

Patchouli: Connecting with spirits, attracting money, increasing fertility, love, and seduction

Rue: Protection, health, clarity, and purification

Sage: Longevity, wisdom, protection, dispels negative energy

St. John’s Wort: Preventing colds and fevers, banishing, protecting against hexes, prophetic dreams, and increasing courage

Witch Hazel: Protection, chastity, easing grief over a lost love, and warding off evil[

Yarrow: Healing, divination, love, promotes courage and confidence

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[space-queen]

low-key witchcraft 🌙

for witches who practice in secret, are chronically ill, or anyone else who might need it. ♡

color magic for the clothes you're wearing for the day

meditation and breathing exercises

single card cartomancy readings - you can even use playing cards

craft sigils

use a necklace as a pendulum if you don't have one

stir intention into your drink

add magically charged ingredients to your cooking

bless pre-made meals

bless your drinking water / add sigils to the bottom of your water bottle

craft an easily accessible, easily disguised shoebox or candy tin altar

keep crystals in your pocket or on your person for manifestation

magical planning, introspection, or meditation on low spoons days

practice energy manipulation with the energy readily available around you

gather natural items from the environment and use them as amulets or talismans, depending on what they are (acorns for protection, direction, and to ward against storms, for example)

bath and shower magic for self care if you can - a washcloth or makeup wipe with a simple incantation goes a long way

set a small open container of salt in your room to absorb bad vibes

or get a small salt lamp for the same purpose

open a window to let fresh air inside to cleanse your space

use wax melts, incense, or candles for positive vibes - you can carve sigils into the wax

choose scents that align with your intent for things like sprays, perfumes, soaps, candles, etc.

collect magical water for later use (rain, storm, moon, sun, etc.)

use beads and string or thread to craft charms for protection

craft a dream pillow with calming herbs such as lavender or chamomile for restful sleep

keep a tarot card or crystal under your pillow to manifest intentions as you sleep

cast a protection spell when you go to tie your shoes or buckle the seatbelt in your car

© 2025 space-queen

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2024 Schinako Moriyama memo pad

[cozyvu]

via cozyvu

[musings-ofa-muse]

for all those looking for a place for their fragments, their echoes, things they couldn't say

this place is a museum and mausoleum for all those who need it.

Guestbook

—add your fragments, your echoes, leave a trace of the things you couldn't say—

[musings-ofa-muse]

Y'all.... if I made a lil website that's practically a mix of a journal, newsletter and unsent letters project... will you tune in????

[musings-ofa-muse]

Still working on it😭😭

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This is my first attempt at it. I know, it's not exactly a website like I said but I'm still learning so please bear with me.

musings of a muse

a timeline made of cracks; a soft wreckage of memory

[musings-ofa-muse]

kiss me

Kiss me and I'll show you what it's like to live.

What it's like to be nothing but unbearably, Unbelievably yourself.

For this body is all the Creator gave me but I refused to believe in him and swore to make more with my hands

For I refused to believe that I would ever die and in death be final like I didn't pour gasoline over my cuts just to let the heart see the light.

Like I didn't grow love out of my anger and then let the love anger me more.

Like I didn't Keep my heart massive, my arms wide open for prodigal lovers.

Like I didn't look up at the sun and dared it to burn me blind, dared it to shine brighter than I.

Like I didn't let death put her lips to mine only to bite and scream “the way I die is for me to decide”.

Kiss me and I'll show you what it's like to fall so far you can't help but fly.

What it's like to befriend the wind so that every stork knows your name.

For I knelt at the curtained altar of my god and begged until my knees were purple-blue.

For my god is a jealous god and didn't hesitate to raise heaven against me.

Like I wasn't born of love in the midst of hate.

Like I didn't put my fingers through the holy flames in hopes of purity.

Like I didn't know I didn't need to be Holy to be whole.

Like the red on my hands wasn't enough proof that just this body would suffice.

Kiss me and I'll show you what it's like to drown in the waves of hope.

What it's like to become exactly what you dreaded and still keep your head high.

For this ephemeral existence is my one chance at being a god and a monster and everything in between.

For I ricocheted between black and white — angel in the Realm of god— like abraxas wasn't who i settler for in the end.

Like i didn't rush to the top of the highest hills only to stand at the edge, one foot in the air.

Like the grass under my feet and the flowers in my hair weren’t enough proof that i couldn't really leave.

Like this wasn't an ode to myself disguised as a war.

[musings-ofa-muse]

dearly beloved

part 2

It's such a mysterious place, the land of tears. Somehow I'm always on the verge of it, of crying until I find myself in a pool, but when I need to, I can't. When it feels like I have a pair of hands in the hollow of my ribcage, choking, crushing everything they can reach and my lungs don't fill in with enough oxygen and my head is light as a feather but also very heavy, nothing happens. I sit and I wait, patiently. Almost like a military wife waiting for her warrior to come home alive but also crushed under the fear that he won't. Nothing happens.

It's such a mysterious place, the land of tears. Where even is it? Your science would say it's the lacrimal glands above the eyes but you know this conversation isn't about science. Lately even the music doesn't work. Not the movies or the books or the poems. Crying is becoming meditation and I, for one, can't afford patience in moments like that. What would you have done? Maybe you'd bring out your cheap black cigarettes or your canned beer. What would you have quoted? Is Texas easier to cry in?

It's strange how I could love you without even seeing you, without the sound of you. Loving you, my dear, is a reckless habit, seeped right into the very bones of me, the marrow of me. You, who didn't end even in your ending — how could a writer ignore the comma at the end of a sentence? Was it even the end of the sentence? Or the start of my sentence? It's funny how nothing has lasted since I last had you. You, who leaves and is loved for leaving, me who loves by accepting your absence. Am I still the one who loves by leaving? Do you still hope for someone to find me? December 1, 2023 I wrote in my journal – Some days I feel like America before Christopher Columbus’ ship touched her shore… I want to be my own Christopher, I want to be my own America. You really think someone else could find me? Which one of us is Haesung? And who is Nora?

And you know damn well you can't call me Marianne and not expect me to let you break my heart next summer again. You know you can't be Connell and not let me shatter you when I return.

In moments when the time stops for a while, I let myself imagine what it would be like to run into you in strategic oblivion. Would you know me if you saw the flesh of me? If I went past you, would you know the brown of my hair? The clinking of my copper bangles? The breath of my laugh? Would I know yours? I don't know how to put this but I'm not doing it on purpose either. I swear.

What if I put my heart in an airtight glass jar and filled it with some of your specimen preserving solutions then put it in a box I painted black along with a few dried lilies and roses and random stones I found while trekking and topped it off with a few sprays of my perfume and mailed it to your house in your hometown?

I could channel all my anger at the world at you. I could spit your name out like blood. But you know that I am the kind with a massive heart and open arms for the prodigal lover.

Blessed is the city that holds you while you sleep. Blessed is the town that you call yours.

[musings-ofa-muse]

can I please just be for a while? just sleep without having to worry about the next thing to do? sleep so that it's actually relaxing and not just something I need to do to function? can I please just.....

[musings-ofa-muse]

Dearly Beloved

You once told me you were jealous of all the people you've written for because no one would write for you. Dearly beloved, this is for you.

[Just so you know, this isn't a letter. This is a confession. ]

Somewhere in my journal, I have the date and time of your first message. Also for when I burned whatever was left of the bridge between us, next to a poem for and about you.

I still have your time zone on my home screen. What does this mean? I'll let you decide.

You see, with you I didn't feel the butterflies. With you I felt the way seashells feel when you find them in a desert and put them to your ears and hear the ocean sing.

In my dreams, the sky was always pink and I could fly. So I flew to you. In fact I spent countless nights wishing I could just to watch you smoke on your roof or count your eyelashes while you sleep. It made sense why my parents lured me to have that awful protein drink as a child by saying I could grow wings.

My mother never told me to beware dark eyed poets and so I fell hard. And how could I not when you're even named after my god. My god, who I thought I made false promises of devotion to, until I saw you.

I've loved everything that is there to love in the world and by that I mean you.

Yet, I'm too scared to say your name out loud. I'm too scared of how those two syllables would taste in my mouth. I'm too scared my voice would give away what I still feel.

If you ever come home, I'll make coffee and this Indo-Chinese thing I made on accident that I have no name for. (I'm good, so you can trust me.) I'll show you my books, my dried flowers, my poetry notebooks where I wrote about the people who came before you. I'll show you around the city — the park where I used to read during winter break, the place where I met my first boyfriend, the route my father drove around when I told my mother I wanted to die, the places where I've thought of you. Maybe even the mountains, the homestay, the golden dog.

If nothing else, let me be the loss of your life. Let me have that power over you. Let me be the girl you tell strangers about. Let me leave you with the ideal of a girl.

I've loved you before and I'll love you again.

And again, we'll turn into poetry. Either yours or mine.

With love,

[musings-ofa-muse]

what if i put my heart in an airtight glass jar and filled it with some of your specimen preserving solutions then put it in a box I painted black along with a few dried lilies and roses and random stones I found while trekking and topped it off with a few sprays of my perfume and mailed it to your house in your hometown?

[musings-ofa-muse]

blessed is the city that holds you while you sleep

blessed is the town that you call yours

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

Late September Walk, 7:26 pm

[musings-ofa-muse]

thinking about this every time I go for walks

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— bianca sparacino; the strength in our scars

[musings-ofa-muse]

pre-math workout routine

[musings-ofa-muse]

I have classes today and right now is the little 30 min break we get between each class. The next class is math. The two girls sitting in front of me, the guy behind me, the two girls diagonal to the girls in front of me and the two guys 3 seats ahead of are all practicing questions.

I just had my chickpea salad bowl and I'm listening to Nirvana. Why the fuck is "Dumb" playing???

[rocknrollangelsblog]