dear diary,

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Offerings for the Goddess: Hekate

These offering ideas can of course be changed depending on what you have available to you, what you can make and what you connect with but these are just a few of the items I find work best for me when I give offerings to the goddess of crossroads, witchcraft and so much more!

items labeled with * are things I find are extremely well received

Edibles

Breads 

Cakes - lit with candles especially 

Pomegranates *

Wines

Honey

Cinnamon

Garlic 

Onion

Milk - I prefer warmed milk but I’m not aware if She has a preference 

Chocolates - I usually offer dark chocolates 

Non-Edibles

Roses

Lavender 

Poppy seeds

Dandelions 

Blood - I’m only listening this because it’s worked wildly well for me but DO NOT ATTEMPT if you do/have struggled with self harm of any kind or are easily made ill due to the sight of blood. Hekate understand you cannot give Her your essence and she values your mental health and well being more than anything you could ever give her!!! she will love and protect you reguardless!!

Incense

Frankincense *

Lavender *

Jasmine *

Citrus - especially orange 

Dragons Blood

Others

keys *

Candles 

Tea Lights 

Bones 

Fires - i.e. bonfires *

Oil lamps 

Lavender *

Crow/Raven/Owl Feathers - only feathers naturally fallen off 

Statues of Her and Her sacred animals *

Poetry, literature, and music you heavily associate with Her **

[thedailylifeof]

[thedailylifeof]

the switch

i’ll be good for a while i’ll smile and laugh, eat and sleep well for a while but then something happends or even random and its like a switch is being turned over and all i can feel is sadness and pain.

it scares me, i’m terrified that someday i wont be ale to come up again and flip that switch again. i’ll try to show my screams for help but people just look at me confused wondering what i have to be struggling so hard with, while sometimes i myself dont even know.

[thedailylifeof]

narsist

ik zou het vergeten, de pijn en littekens die jij hebt achter gelaten maar het zit zo diep alsof het er thuis hoort

je hebt me beschadigt tot reperatie onmogelijk was. je bent een monster, een levende nachtmerrie. de dingen die ik zou doen om het te vergeten, om jou te vergeten.

hoe kan je dit een kind aan doen? wat heb ik jou misdaan? anders zijn? mezelf zijn? maar dat is wat narsisten eenmaal doen je manipuleren en voeden van je pijn.

mijn ziel mist een stukje door jou mijn mooiste eigenschap kapot en vertrapt.

[thedailylifeof]

bruises

i still see the bruises you left on my breast and thighs, the screams stuck in my throuth while im wishing to die

im laying on your couch feeling vulnerable and alone, feeling your hands and hearing you moan.

the window is open help is right there, but all i can do is stare 

- me

[barneybrittonphoto]

Near Waterville, WA. August 2022

[thedailylifeof]

monster

i feel like i’m a monster

i’m too traumatized too depressed i feel too much and talk too little i am this way cuz off other people their actions. so why would i even apologize for being the monster they turned me into

[thedailylifeof]

lonely

i can write all the words and poems man kind has ever seen but there will never be a beautiful way to explain to you that i am lonely. eventho i have friends and family and still go out i will always feel lonely, cuz the only person that will even truely deeply understand you is you, and sometimes thats even to much

[thedailylifeof]

trauma

i wasnt born t be quiet, i was born to turn my pain into ink and that ink into these words because im not good at telling people how i feel, but trust me you dont wanna feel what i have felt. i met evil when i was a child, thats to much pain for someone that young. somethimes i think i was raised without love, or was i just born unloveble? i still wonder who and where i would be if i wasnt traumatized.

[thedailylifeof]

the ball on my shoulders

that little ball on my shoulders, trapped inside the walls of my skull. why did you have to make me suffer and cripple?  it was the first to develope in my mothers womb,  even my fist cell of existence wasnt ment to doom.  why am i wired this way? why does my mind want to self distruct?  its not like i knew from the first minute i would be fucked.  depressed,bitter and in grief for the childhood i feel like i never had,  the world doesnt seem to understand me and it just makes me so mad. abused,raped and bullied. you loved to hurt me but was suprised to see me bleed.  it was so much i didnt know what to do with it,  that little ball on my shoulders and nowhere to fit.  so i putted it into words and lines on wrist.  because i didnt feel like i would be missed.  so to those wires inside that little ball, i wanna stay strong, dont make me fall.

- me 

[funnytwittertweets]

[queenmoriarty]

A reader lives a thousand life’s

[weltenwellen]

I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

[detailedart]

Stone embracing itself as if it is feathers crawling a skin of cotton.

[thedailylifeof]

01/11/22

10:27 am: i didnt sleep last night.... cuz i was so hyper focused on figuring out my enneagram XD so here is what i found out infj (already knew this) 6w7 and sub 271 or something like that do with that info what ever u want XD

[crushedpink5]

The way you left told me everything I needed to know.

[rozenkoffie]

we are both liars. he pretends that he cares. I pretend I don't.