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The amount of cuddling I desire is infinite
I just realized that I grew up during a time where the crazy frog was a thing. Like that was an actual thing that happened, that blue fucking piece of shit frog took the world by storm and it even had a tiny dick and all it did was sing annoying songs while racing around sci-fi towns in a distant future on an invisible motorbike. I canāt believe this. How did that happen. Who LET that happen.
āThrough our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself. Through our ears, the universe is listening to its harmonies. We are the witnesses through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.ā
ā Alan Watts
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My Wand
I'm a baby witch, so I'm still learning a lot and I'm still slowly collecting supplies as they come to me. Today I found my wand.
A few months ago, my boyfriend's grandmother was talking about her property, which I haven't seen yet but sounds beautiful, and she said she would bring me a piece of elder wood. I was a little confused as to why that was significant enough as a gift, especially since her beliefs are not the same as mine, but I was receptive and enthusiastic. She came to visit a couple more times but never brought it, and I didn't remind her because I had no idea what to even do with it, though it did stay in my mind.
About a month and a half ago, she brought it when she came to visit, and I accepted it and thanked her. My boyfriend jokingly said something quietly to me about it being for a wand, but I told him no. I didn't have plans to use it for that and I thought maybe it was too thin for that anyway. That night I researched magical properties of elder wood, and I had the passing thought of using it as a wand, but I decided it would stay near my front door for protection.
So this morning, I was in my kitchen reading out of Cunningham's Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, and got to the part about wands. The second wood listed was elder. I still don't have a wand, but I looked over at my piece of elder and it just felt right. I became super excited about it and felt a connection to it. I can't explain it better than that. I measured it from the crook of my elbow to the tip of my forefinger, and there was a knot in that place that made it super easy to break in that spot, almost like it was meant to be.
My next step is to strip the bark off of it, which is already flaking off, so that's convenient. The smaller leftover piece I think will remain by my door for protection. I'm just super excited about this because I guess that's what it means when people say that what you need will come to you when you're not looking or least expecting it.
dudes who accuse films like captain marvel of teaching young girls to hate men have no idea that literally no one and nothing is more effective at making girls hate men than men
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Just so weāre all clear, it is okay to miss people you no longer want in your life.
this is so important
some people genuinely have trouble with never being told this. i am reblogging this post in case that includes any of you in my audience.
Youāre missing the memories, not the person them self
You miss the person you thought they were, not who they turned out to be, and thatās okay.
And/or you miss the person they were sometimes, not the person they were other times. You can miss someone being fun and funny and charming, and not miss the same person being spiteful and cutting and manipulative.
Just like you could miss the taste of a food youāre allergic or sensitive to, without the gastric or respiratory stress that comes with eating it.
You can even miss the bad stuff.
Even if it was bad, it was familiar and without that familiarity in your life you could miss it. It doesnāt mean you want to go back to it, because it was still bad, but not having it there can cause an uneasy gap in experience vs expectation and thatās okay.
me looking in the mirror: whatās up you anxious bisexual fuck
Love one another.
do ur boobs ever just like not match your outfit like does that make sense to anyone else