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Genuinely have started to fall in love with the symbolism of me being a lamb and God being our shepherd. We are all part of the same flock. We are booping our noses together softly. When one of us gets lost we go to our shepherd and ask him to look for them. Actually sobbing over this
Christian goths be like: "I can't wear a cross as a simple accessory because it's disrespectful... I can't wear popular symbols associated with Satanism or Neo-Paganism because I would look stereotypical..." and in the result their aesthetic is all about castles, tombs, animals, bones, not demonic monsters, moon and spiderwebs.
low effort witchy things ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
first thing in the morning—take three slow deep breaths (air/sky) more grounding than immediately checking a phone
notice your feet on the ground taking root when you stand up for the first time of the day, take a little stretch (earth/land)
wash or splash your face to get alll the way awake. then chug a big glass. (water/sea)
appreciate any trees, plants, dirt, or clouds you see
place both hands on your heart to feel your own heat and warmth. feel your heart beating. “i am alive” (fire)
wear or carry a rock, hagstone, crystal, talisman, or amulet
in times of stress or dissociation, rub your thumb in small circles on the back of your other hand to ground and soothe. (clockwise for attracting an intention, counterclockwise for banishing)
color magic with clothing
add cinnamon, lavender, or peppermint to coffee according to intention if you don’t want to drink tea
stirring tea/coffee according to intention
sometimes i pick a little affirmation for the day— “may i forgive myself” “the universe is within me/the wild is within me”
visualization—inhale a bright light and let it fill your lungs, exhaling clouds of negativity
or create a shield with breathing. with each breath, imagine a bubble forming around your body, then your aura, growing with strength.
cleansing shower at the end of the day (intending it to cleanse my aura makes me more motivated to take one, idkw)
if taking a bath, add a dash of moon water
sniff lavender essential oil before bed
look at the moon, talk to it. remind yourself that it’s the same one your ancestors knew.
"I can't connect to nature because I live in a city" Incorrect.
"I can't connect to nature because I can't travel" Nuh-uh.
"I can't connect to nature because I-" Wrong.
Anyone can connect to nature. Please, remove the mindset that nature is something *out there*. Nature is all around you.
The dandelions peeking through pavement cracks, the birds you don't notice on your windowsill, the brambles in the alleys, the storms and sunshine.
All of this is nature. You are surrounded by it. Notice it, learn about it. Write down when you notice the days getting longer, when more butterflies appear and when ripen blackberries ripen. Connect to the nature that lives outside your window, just past the boundary of your front door.
Watch nature documentaries, build a small windowsill garden, let the spider in your room corner stay for a while.
Connection is not determined by proximity, but by effort.
When I say "connect with nature" I don't just mean the aesthetic forests with deer and beautiful flowers.
I mean the weeds growing through concrete, the fungus that grows on the rotten shed, the nettles that always seem to return and the scary, spindly cellar spider in the corner of the bathroom.
Nature is not always pretty or magical - the pigeons and seagulls you swat at are nature too, the wasps and flies that hover by your meals are animals too, store-bought strawberries and the leaves that fall from your neighbour's tree are not all that different from the Giant Sequoias and it's seeds.
If you want to connect and understand nature, I mean *really* connect to it, in it's entirety, you have to seek out and learn about the ugly, scary and mundane things as well. You don't have to like it, just don't forget that it's there.
🏳️🌈Day 10: Megan & Graham (But I'm a Cheerleader) 👯♀️🌸
This movie was so funny and pure beauty! I sobbed my eyes out. I just wish lesbians were real🥺
happy pride!🏳️🌈 Remember: i'm drawing a lgbt canon couple daily for pride month, follow me or check my profile to see the rest!🏳️🌈 Thanks for the support!
[venting]
literally have no will to live anymore tbh
everyday just feels the fucking same. i’m trying to get better without therapy and anything but it just doesn’t work. i try to go on daily walks, crochet a few times, get enough sleep, less screen time and everything but nothing works. in the end i feel nothing. either nothing or sad. and if i feel happiness it last usually for 5 minutes. i really don’t know what to do anymore with life. most of the time i’m thinking what did i do wrong or where did it go wrong that i feel like this. i don’t even know what’s wrong with me.
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Dear Eric and Dylan, Hi. It's the future talking. I don't know if I'm the person to say this, but I'm going to take a bet and say that I am. Well, you guys succeeded. You did what you wanted and more - maybe not that day, maybe the bombs didn't go off, but what you did reverberated. It shocked the country. And I bet you're proud of that now. You would love to see it. There are a couple thousand girls online who think they're in love with you and a couple thousand lonely boys who idolize you. Two loners from Colorado, who changed the world. But it's late 1998, and none of that has happened yet. I'm talking to you. Sorry, but you can't do it. I know that may come as a shock, and it's gonna be hard to let go. Trust me, I get it. This is what you lived for and this is what you'd end up dying for, in the library, together. But you have to let go of the plan, because there is something else out there. There is community college, Eric, and a future for you. Dylan, there is the University of Arizona. There's Sparky, and your koala, and another shift at Blackjacks, another day shooting at Rampart Range. Another Dr.Pepper and another camping trip. You'll wake up the morning of 4/21 and your parents will yell at you to get out of bed, go to school and you will. There will be no bullets in the walls and no bombs in the hallways, and that's okay. Breathe. Let it go. Yeah, you dreamed of news reports and shoot outs, of the library floor collapsing and the sound of shotgun blasts in the classrooms. You wanted to scare them to death, and I'll be honest - it would have felt good. Better than staring at the ceiling, lost, spinning in a circle because what's next? You hadn't planned on turning 18, Dylan. Now you are. Your mom baked a cake and it feels surreal. You thought about what your birthday would have been like had you died, and maybe, just maybe you reveled in the suffering. It's going to take a while to change. Go outside and turn that striker bracelet over in your hands, stare at the stars. You woke up on 4/21 and so did 13 others. It's raw. There is a school shooting somewhere else and it feels like a punch to the gut. It's like you are watching yourself on TV, your face plastered up there to be gawked at and wondered about, but no one knows it's you too. You're still nobodies. That's okay. Maybe you didn't have to get up om stage and fire off a gun for the world to pay attention, maybe you just had to get online and say, "I'm Eric, I'm Dylan, I wanted to shoot up my school, let me be honest." Okay, thank you. You didn't have to tell us your names. There is not going to be an NBK, no bombs, no guns, no videotapes on YouTube. You'll go on to live your lives and on 4/20 every year you'll call each other and say, "Hey, Dylan. Just calling." You're thirty years old. It's faded, distant. You have a son and a wife and they don't know, because it's between you and VoDkA, you and Reb. "Hey Eric. It's 4/20, just calling. How are you?" "Alive." You laugh a little. It's okay now, Columbine is long gone, a forgotten school with forgotten students who graduated and moved on. Brooks, Patrick, Rachel, Isaiah, Daniel, they're all gone. It's a strange world where NBK didn't happen, those bullets were never spent. But you have to go now. The phone is ringing, and you can't live for what didn't happen for so long. "Bye Dylan, bye Eric." You say, and you hang up. The stars are beautiful outside, and you realise that it's better in the light. Love, the TCC.
/Originally written and posted by kingcountythotpatrol a couple years ago before the Great TCC Tumblr Purge and gained hundreds of notes, so a few oldies might recognise it. I thought it was lost forever until I found a screenshot on my old tablet. Enjoy, I guess./
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summer depression motherfuckers 🤲
Me: it's summer so now I have nothing but time to do the things I love and work on projects!
Also me: *sits inside playing Minecraft and watching video essays all day* *in my worst depression hole since last year* *hasn't updated my passion project in almost a month but considering starting a new one anyway* *has to be bribed to leave the house* *waking up at almost noon and not going to bed until almost 2am* *damn near forgot my sister's birthday* *living off of snack cakes and whatever gets made for dinner* *wants to celebrate the summer solstice but hasn't done shit all day* *hasn't talked to my therapist since school ended* *everything sucks but I'm trying to do better*
i can be trusted on a nature walk i promise. i promise i will stay on the trail and will not run off into the forest never to be seen again i promise
while you're here on this earth? make the most of it. catch those fireflies. drink that beer as you watch the sunset. watch the rain. write poetry about being caught in this human form for just a little while. watch the stars. remember: you ARE the stars.
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