Scarlet's Real Magic

I only found the hidden mystery and adventure in my marriage when I gave up the fight for control. This is my journey to the wild place in my heart, and to His. *** NSFW. 18+. If you're under 18, know that there is a time and a place for everything, and this is not your time *** To all would be plagiarists: if you're tempted to copy something here and claim it as your own, if the space inside you is so empty that you want to steal something to fill it up, then do this: go outside, fall to your knees on God's green earth, and beseech the angels of creation to bless you with your own words. Then get up, go back inside, and do the work. Your own work. Nothing else will ever fill you up.

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[ana-rosa]

[scarletsrealmagic]

Gentle, gentle, that’s the way.

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[perfectquote]

“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

[scarletsrealmagic]

Hey! I am a long time follower and reader. I was wondering how you were doing? I miss your writing and your insights. :)

Hi--just jumping on here after way too long away. I'm not sure when you wrote this, but what a lovely thing to say. Thank you.

[quotefeeling]

“If all you can do is crawl, start crawling.”

— Rumi

[pushthemovement]

[xpinkneko]

[aslowyear]

Practice magic. Write poetry. Spend all of your money on coffee and plants.

Ashley Jade

[delta-breezes]

Sarah | @theegglife

[aslowyear]

What is magical about my simple way of living? Nature, my dear. Every nook and cranny of Her wild abundance sustains my merry old spirit. From the quietude of morning-rise to the ashen moon’s arrival, Her beauty feeds my bones and my being. And all that I’ll ever need rests deep within Her loving arms. What more could I possibly want for?

Freya Turrill, Freya’s Cottage, A Country Diary

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I want to believe in something! I want to believe so I can feel! I want to feel. And I can’t feel anything. I can’t feel anything at all.

Eugene O'Neill, from The Complete Plays; “Strange Interlude,” (edited)

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

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[pagewoman]

The Tailor of Gloucester by Beatrix Potter

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[mrhenry13]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Dearest, accept me as I am.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. October 1916 (via violentwavesofemotion)