Every god damn year I get older. Fuck. Like, how do you expect me to keep updating my age?
Year of birth: 2000.
Non-binary with fat ass tits.
Bisexual, taken.
I often bitch about men in my life.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Every god damn year I get older. Fuck. Like, how do you expect me to keep updating my age?
Year of birth: 2000.
Non-binary with fat ass tits.
Bisexual, taken.
I often bitch about men in my life.
THERE USED TO BE A LAKE HERE ONCE
A poetry collection about trans bodies, sapphic love, the desi queer community, and growing up Bengali in early 2000s Kolkata.
This is an indie debut poetry book by a non-binary Bengali author. Buying an author copy helps support me directly, as opposed to buying from a website.
GP*y: sritamasen1905@oksbi
P*yp*l: [email protected]
INR = Rs 300, USD = $ 4 (INR 300 converts to only about 3 USD, however, P*ypal skims off quite a bit, so if you want to support me, would appreciate if you paid around 4-5 USD)
HOW TO ORDER:
🦚 Fill out the Google form. There you can provide your personal details- address, pincode, country, name (PLEASE add the same name as a note in your Gp*y/P*ypal payment following slide 3; this will help me keep track.) as well as choose an edition of your preference and let me know what inscription/note you'd like me to add, if any.
🦚 After the base payment of Rs 300 is made via P*ypal or GP*y, I will confirm your purchase via Instagram DMs. Please ensure that your DMs are enabled, and if not, please mandatorily add your email ID.
🦚 Once I have finalized your order, I shall calculate shipping charges and let you know the additional prices to pay. For Indian folk, this will take 7-10 days. For those living abroad, please be patient, it might take slightly longer to calculate.
🦚 When you clear the shipping charges, your parcel shall be mailed soon after.
International purchasers, please try not to cancel orders after booking, I swear I'll have a meltdown if I have to figure out the P*yPàl and overseas refund transactions. Please, please be patient and cooperate; I'm a debut author and am still figuring out the nitty-gritties of overseas shipping. Also please note that I cannot 100% guarantee you a colour edition of your choice; although call me biased but they are all so beautiful. My payment details are on slide 3, and if you cannot purchase my book atm, I would appreciate a tip on my ko-fi!
Thank you for supporting a Bengali trans queer author; I hope I can write more for you soon.
For this sale, first priority will given to readers who identify as Desi, Bengali, LGBTQ of color and/or trans queer.
Access Google Forms with a personal Google account or Google Workspace account (for business use).
IMAGE ID: Better look at the various editions of my poetry book. The colours are scarlet, black, emerald green, sea blue, rose gold and indigo/dark bluish purple. Each cover has intricate gold lettering and a unique embroidered border of saree cloth.
EDIT: The red edition has been sold out. If you wish to purchase red edition copies, please contact Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. [04/09/24]
EDIT: The indigo/purple edition has been sold out. If you wish to purchase indigo edition copies, please contact Writers Workshop, Kolkata, India. [22/09/24]
INTERNATIONAL ORDERS TEMPORARILY CLOSED
borders between countries aren't real btw we just made them up. there's no such thing as an "immigrant" we're all just people moving around on the same planet that we've always moved around on
all borders are imaginary and should be abolished even the physical borders of the sea don't count all you need is a boat this is OUR planet and nobody is illegal anywhere no movement should never be restricted nobody owns any land nobody can stop you from existing on the planet you live on landlords should be shot in the streets
Everyone reblogging this believes in sovereignty of Indigenous nations and is working to return the land to its traditional caretakers right?
RIGHT?
Blood offerings are pure perfection.
Slava Velesu
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I am going to assume that whoever marked those X:s was going through this list as some sort of a challenge. Shame that he only managed to fuck 7/24.
My Favorite Epithets of Hermes
Ktêsios - The protector of property
Eriounios - Giver of good fortune
Oeopolus - Sheep-tending, shepherd
Clepsiphron - Deciever
Athanatus Diactorus - Immortal Guide
Mechaniotes - Trickster
Pheletes - Thief, Robber, Rustler
Poecilometes - Full of various wiles
Poneomenus - Busy one
Charidotes - Giver of Joy
Dotor Eaon - Giver of good things
Euscopus - Keen-sighted, watchful
Eriounes - Luck-bringing, Ready-helper
Ericydes - Famous, glorious, splendid
Pompaeus - The guide
Went to the Getty today and saw a familiar someone
How to Avenge Yourself with Tarot
My grandma taught me never to draw first blood. But that if a soul hurts me maliciously, the old gods will consider my vengeance an act of self-love.
Step 1: State your case.
In a dim, quiet, private place… shuffle your cards, as you recount to them every detail of how you were cruelly injured. As if writing in a diary, divulge aloud your agony. Let your heart fill with ache. Let your body swell with rage.
Step 2: Choose the punishment.
When your pain and fury are at their peak… find the card in the deck that in your soul you believe to fit the misdeed.
Death: Serious illness
The Devil: Emotional abuse
The Tower: Sweeping chaos
The Moon: Damaging secrets revealed
Five of Wands: Friends turning foes
Seven of Wands: Crippling stress
Nine of Wands: Paranoia
Ten of Wands: Bone fractures
Five of Cups: Bouts of depression
Two of Swords: Significant errors in judgement
Three of Swords: Sudden loss of love
Five of Swords: Defeat in competitions
Eight of Swords: Mental or physical imprisonment
Nine of Swords: Insomnia and anxiety
Ten of Swords: Festering cuts and bruises
Knight of Swords: Physical and verbal abuse
Five of Pentacles: Financial ruin
Step 3: Decide the duration.
Find a second card in your deck. Remember that even the smallest cut left unchecked can lead to death. So unless it is warranted… be fair and be prudent.
Ace of Wands: A few days
Ace of Swords: A week
Ace of Cups: A month
Ace of Pentacles: A year
Step 4: Carry out the sentence.
Hold both cards in your hands, with the punishment on top, and the duration behind it, hidden in the back.
Gaze at the card… and with every fiber of your being, imagine it moving.
If it is the Knight of Swords, watch him gallop on his way to cut your oppressor in half. If it is Death, see your oppressor lying lifeless by the Reaper’s horse. If it is the Ten of Swords, let your oppressor take the place of the corpse in the card. Watch their back ooze with blood from every wound, gash and slash.
Step 5: Let it go.
Your raw vulnerability in admitting your injury has connected you to the higher power you have faith in, be that the Universe or a deity.
They have heard your appeal, which will soon be fulfilled. Offer them your gratitude in advance. Your wounds are now in good hands.
It could take days… weeks… even longer. It will happen once your oppressor believes they have gotten away with bruising you. At that moment, a colossal flame will engulf their contentment. And you will know in your heart that the debt has been collected.
Sea Melodies by Herbert James Draper (1904)
Ain't no horny like Slav girl horny <3
The Power in Witches' Hair
Throughout eras and across cultures, hair is seen as a symbol of strength. In an occult sense, our hair is an extension of our spirit. That is why long beautiful hair is associated with strong inner power. In a material sense, long beautiful hair requires maintenance, which often costs time and money, making it a status symbol. Whichever way you look at it, healthy hair shows power.
Hair as Sacrifice
“Cut three inches of your hair, and make him suffer for three years.” A simple but ancient vengeance spell that even non-witches know about in my community. Of course it only works if you fuel it with fury, and if your hair is actually beautiful. Because to sacrifice means to give up something precious. If your hair is damaged, its power is non-existent, rendering your curse useless.
Hair as a Conduit
“Dry your hair, and dry up someone’s harvest along with it.” As with the first one, this is a simple, well-known curse among traditional families. Different witches use different ancient words to power it, but its main engine is made up of faith and righteous anger. As you dry your hair with a fan, a dryer, or under the sun, imagine your enemy losing their joy and abundance.
Hair as Offering
“Renounce possession of your hair and give it to the Lord." Something Catholic witches do. Take care of their hair as if it is a plant offered to their god. When their hair is healthy, their Father is happy. When it is not, it means they have sinned. There are also others who hide their hair, because they believe it to be a weapon of seduction that they must carry in secret when unneeded.
Hair as a Declaration
“Witches have long hair. Like our divinities. Like the roots of trees." Growing up, even before I knew of my family’s true faith, whenever I thought of a witch, I thought of someone with long hair. It was to me a witch’s mark. And now, it is to me a badge of honor. As an adult, in my society, wearing our hair long is an expression of pride in our identity.
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Ancient clay figurines of a little guy are so under appreciated
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This is them btw
Our friend just got drafted to Ukraine from Barcelona. I hope the war ends...