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EARTHLYSPIRIT’S FIRST GIVEAWAY! Okay so this giveaway is my first, and is to say a big thank you to everyone that’s ever interacted with me or followed me, or given me advice or support. I’ve made a lot of friends through tumblr, and learned a lot more than I ever imagined I could through this website.

All items in this giveaway have been cleansed with a singing bowl, rid of my personal energy, and the crystals have been charged by the earth ready for your personal energetic imprint when they find their way to their new home!

Included in this giveaway is: • 3X SNOW QUARTZ TUMBLED STONES • 3X CARNELIAN TUMBLED STONES • 3X CLEAR QUARTZ TUMBLED STONES • 3X GREEN AVENTURINE TUMBLED STONES • 3X ROSE QUARTZ TUMBLED STONES • 3X BLACK OBSIDIAN TUMBLED STONES • YELLOW AVENTURINE RUNE SET • 10X SMALL CITRINE POINTS • 1X WHITE SAGE STICK • 1X WOODEN SUN PENDANT

The rules are as most giveaways are; reblog this post (keeping all text) and follow my blog “earthlyspirit”

The winner will be drawn randomly on the 1ST JULY. The giveaway is worldwide and I will pay shipping.

Wishing you moonbeams all the best of luck and I trust that these gemstone beauties will find their way to the correct new home! Send out positive manifestations into the universe and attract what you need. Blessings and love, Ashleigh x x x

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Jim Morrison, 1968.

At the Cloisters. Natural light was used. Jim was sitting inside the museum and it was pouring with rain outside. -Linda McCartney

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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This hit me hard and I kinda want to/did cry a lil omg

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