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[josy57]

Evelyn Wade by Josy57

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝗱𝗲, 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝙒𝙖𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗮𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻

[wistfulwisp]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get one of your free tarot readings? I would like to have insight into what the next six months have in store for me. Thank you so much ✨

Sure thing @josy57 :)

six of wands in reverse: find what you call success and let that lead you. in order to find happiness you have to find it in yourself, not by the definition other people set for you. you may have some fallbacks in the future but as long as you’re there for yourself you’ll be okay. this period will be one of transformation of what it means to be valued and to be successful :)

Thanks for requesting!

[definegodliness]

33, 35, 48 ✨

• 33. what is your zodiac sign? 

Aries

• 35. do you have any hidden talents? 

I can whistle in three different ways (the normal way with my lips and two ways by blowing air between my teeth); I can twist my thumb 180 degrees and then fold the tip upward (freaks people out); I have a really keen sense of smell (which has benefits and downsides), which is also why I love the book Perfume so much I guess

• 48. what is your favorite memory? 

My favourite memories mostly revolve around my grandparent’s farm. When I was little the family’s from both my mother’s and father’s side would get together there during summer, to celebrate the birthdays of two cousins and my sister simultaneously. It’d be warm, and there were summer fruits for the picking everywhere. The elderly family members would sit together in plastic chairs under the shade of the cherry trees, talking quietly about little things. While their children were loudly laughing and drinking beer, getting rowdy. Then there were us, the little kids, running around the farm with a dog or four following in our footsteps. My uncle would build these massive slides with a couple of wooden girders and tarp, letting one of those massive farmer’s garden hoses spew water forth from the family well. In my memory these slides were three meters (about 10ft) high, but I might be mistaken as I was very small. So many smiling faces. So much happiness. Even now it almost brings a tear to my eye that life can be so good.

Thank you for your questions!

[aikaleegrave]

Playlist: heartless

get the devil out of me delain though i try not to lose in the end i will fall, better to have you in tears than not to have you at all ; dead to me the dark element something died on the day that you left me, melodies memories and my dreams ; emotional vagrant the scary jokes bright red vacancy signs blaring in your eyes, well my heart might be shot but at least i’ve still got one ; joking indigo girls you kissed me like i was a soldier headed for a war, i’m a dying man but i don’t know what for and you were only joking ; haze tessa violet i’ll carve into your ribs and leave you crying for a kiss, just for kicks ; cherry wine hozier the way she tells me i’m hers and she is mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine

{ send me a playlist title! }

[dirtysouthpawpoetry]

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Written by @josy57

A Lost Cipher

In some ancient and long-forgotten language There must have been words to express exactly what I keep silent Some sort of symbol, with a hidden and sacred meaning The kind of things that could not be uttered by the uninitiated Only whispered by those who knew Those who knew as I know Those who had received the same revelation And bore the weight of it

I hold on to this idea of some secret arrangement of sounds That would mean precisely what I cannot express Some cryptic cipher, a lost spell or prayer Some hieroglyphic character that is carved in my heart And that I could show you To convey all at once the curse and the blessing That you are on my life I can’t quite imagine what it would look like Some strange entanglement of hand and eye and chest Something that could signify, more eloquently than I I see you, I know you, I hold you inside me I recognize in you something akin to my own soul

[captainpettie]

Slytherin // Taurus // INFJ // Chaotic Neutral for @josy57

“ Ignore all hatred and criticism. live for what you create, and die protecting it. ” - Lady Gaga

[thekaijusleeps]

"the embers of yesterday still remain, remnants of life once had still smoldering and burning away, a city of memories crashing down into the blaze all about you. but hark, kindred spirit of the flame, you shine brighter and greater than you know. no other seraph shall descend down to pull you out and save you, for you've your own wings to carry you and help you rise above. soon, the fires of old shall singe you no more, soon your light will shine and you'll once again soar, the house of life past may crumble and fall, but its foundations shall remain, and a new palace for whatever the future holds will you build in its place; there's yet life still to be had, and more stories of you to be told. so please, keep shining and keep growing, and let your wings take you into the sun once more."

keep shining, soar (12/24/17), thekaijusleeps

my Secret Santa present for @josy57 ! I wish you a happy holidays and a fortuitous 2018, I hope it will be a positive year of growth and change for you 😊

[josy57]

The Intruder

As a girl, I wasn't frightened of wolves and ghouls and gremlins I saw burglars everywhere Melting in with the oppressive velvet dark of my room

Until they took off their mask to reveal bone-white skin They were intruders come not for the tv or my mother's jewels But for me, Always for me, in myopic childhood I would find them in my dreams, moonfaced and wide-eyed Staring from behind the bookshelves Or awaiting, crammed crookedly into impossible spaces Ready to spring out of closets and cabinets Like the night-clad devils they were

My father would tour the whole house with me before bedtime Pointing to every nook and corner, deceitfully empty in his presence His demonstration over, he would tuck me in There was nothing to worry about, nothing to be scared of, Nothing beyond the homely, the known, the expected.

Years flew by and I acquired more adult fears Bills and failure and the lonely nonsensical abyss Of life as nothing more than a series of four thousand work weeks

I unlearnt the primeval truths of childhood The knowledge that at any time, terror can come And seep, tar black, through the strongest of walls Shatter the hardest-held sense of safety

See, daddy, I listened, I was lulled and lured in by that nightly ritual Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing at all Except, daddy, you were wrong Today, something did emerge from the shadow A man, cut from the same cloth A few steps from the foot of my bed

He appeared backlit in the yellow glow of a streetlamp Standing by the threshold at the witching hour Like a monster waiting to be allowed in

All I could think, in the glare of his flashlight, was 'So this is it' With detached clarity With shock but not surprise I knew it. I had known it all along

The dread did not truly sink in until the next morning When the clear, unchanged light of day Dragged the image all the way out of its half-dreamt state The door had been opened. The stranger had been here. Not as a specter or a vision Not as a nightmare from which I could scream myself free He had been here and he had gone Almost politely As soon as I asked him to Walking backwards the way hunters do in snow

I don't know what woke me, he was so terribly silent Perhaps the ruffling whisper of the curtains Or simply the slight change of light The ominous sense of an unknown presence What if... What if I hadn't been so lucky? What if I had slept through these faintest of warnings?

In my mind's eye, I return to the expressionist scenes of childhood The man, twice as tall and leaning at a disjointed angle Bent horribly above me His unblinking eyes drinking in The oblivious crescent shape under the covers The peaceful, naively unalarmed face The unseeing lids The closed mouth that cannot speak the magic words to banish it

What if this twitch of disquiet hadn't alerted me? What if I were someone who rests easy and deep? Someone who hasn't been christened with dread And made to develop the instinct of the prey animal Incapable of quick escape or apt defense Owing its survival only to an intimate knowing Of the taste and thickness of the air before a storm The stillness and musky scent before the tiger's pounce What if? What if I hadn't come awake?

As it is, the promise of danger was fulfilled with a soft blow The incoming terror came and went, brushing past A gust of fear and nothing more The stranger retraced his steps, rewound his entrance And left the scene of his uncommitted crime.