#erisolympia

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Why don’t you dance barefoot under the full moon light and maybe you’ll calm down

[erisolympia]

Good evening worshippers of Hecate, scholars being hunted for sport, bisexual blasphemers and heretics, emotionally insecure sirens, Medusa apologists, strange and unusual aura photographers, secondhand potion sellers, undead interns, nonbinary sage enthusiasts, and those who have studied the scythe. 

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Good evening lesser demons, familiars who have lost their hosts, unreliable tarot readers, known and unknown abominations, aspiring widows, overachieving lesbians, witches who have yet to cast a successful spell, bisexuals lost in the void, hanging indoor plants that have acquired individuality, and hoarders of quartz.  

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Feeling terrible? Want a life change? Don’t stop at dyeing and chopping off your hair. Bathe with your crystals. Drink lavender and rose water. Sleep with sage under the full moon. Read old books and speak their spells. Dip your fingers in ash and feel yourself rise. Continue to rise and learn levitation. And with those ashes, and with your hair, create your signature weapon. For best results, bind with a soul. The closer you are to the soul, the better. 

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Good morning apprentice succubi, explorers of the Eldritch realms, shadows searching for their soulmates, dark academics and their hubris, witches with imposter syndrome, Millennials cursed by ancient amulets, bloodthirsty house plants, himbos suffering from amnesia, Ouija board sexters, unfriendly ghosts, and those who know better than to bury the light. 

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Good morning bisexual disasters, astral projections and hallucinations, feral women drenched in red, unidentified sleep paralysis creatures, chaotic neutral monster fuckers, trees lost to wildfires, eldest daughters dancing on the edge, overprotective Venus fly traps, children who have only known violence, emotional support terrariums, and to everyone who has had Enough.

[erisolympia]

Burn away your past if it hurt you. Take what you've learned from its ashes.

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I’ve forgotten my last name. My skin has healed and shed but the scars remain. The scars remain.