LOST MY SOUL IN THE STARS.

when you were born, god put his finger on you and said 'this one is a fighter.' indie witch oc. written by cat (aka umbra).

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HANA HAS BEEN MOVED.

you can now find her HERE.

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{ ofcigarettesmoke }

         ❝ Okay, so, you look upset, so what if we just kinda watch a             movie at my place or something? I’ll make coffee or some shit             like that? Blankets and pillows too –– the works!            –– –– –– –– –– –– I mean, like, if you want, of course. ❞

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gonna go watch steven universe w my sister –– if you need me, i’ll be on my personal, as well as twitter (mine and hana’s both!) >w< catch you all later !!

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     i still love u i swear

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{ al }:

        ❝Besides me, you mean. I’m amazing, and I am a cat. Clearly, I         am the winner here.❞ He lets out a warm, genuine laugh. He’s far         from cocky - but he’s allowed to joke.

         ❝ Aww, I can’t argue with that –– it’s not faaaaaair.             But y’know, I’m, like, pretty close, I think. ❞ She pauses             for a beat, smile curving pink lips. ❝ Well, you know, at             least I’m preeeetty damn cute. ❞

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ONE FOLLOWER TO 200 OMG

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{ al }:

        ❝Someone stop me before I get another cat. I already have two.         Another four at my parent’s place. I don’t need another one.❞

          ❝ Do it. Do it. You know you waaaaaant to––               Cats are, like, the best thing to ever grace this               earth –– besides me, of course.  ❞

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Ouka Leele

Hasta que la muerte nos una Cibachrome - 43 x 59 cm

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{ belsel }:

     Belsel laughs; he appreciates this kind of conversation, likes it      when people can joke about these things around him. ❛No, you’re       totally right. Bastards. They take advantage of their religion,       honestly, what happened to being generous and charitable or      whatever the book says. It’s been a while since I read it. Might’ve       got bored partway through.❜

           ❝ Okay, to be perfectly honest I don’t think I’ve even ever                read the ‘good book’, or whatever they call it now. I mean,                I’m preeeeetty sure I’d be struck with lightnin’ or something                if I ever even looked at it the wrong way, let alone touched                 it. ❞ There comes some more laughter, dark hair being tossed                over her shoulder as she spoke. ❝ And I mean, like, look at me.                I am way too cute to be killed by holy fire or whatever it is that                happens to us sinners who dare desecrate such a holy thing. ❞                 Hands are clasped before her chest, dark eyes shining with mirth.             ❝ Anyway, I try to avoid priests. For soooome reason, though, they                 like to come to my tiny, tiny occult shop and talk to me. Usually                it’s to, like, remind me that I’m going to burn in hell, or whatever. ❞

[dirigma]

In me burns the most Catholic of longings: to devour the divine.

a haiku for the holy eucharist (or: a haiku for a childhood on my knees)

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{ dress buddy }:

        ❝Ah – sorry? I just want to say I absolutely love         your dress.❞

         ❝ Oh, thanks! I actually just got it a few days ago,              and I’m, like, literally in love with it.              –– –– –– Cute dresses are the source of my power,             you know? ❞

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{ ??? }:

    He’s sitting on a park bench, completely caught up in his     book. It’s the only time he ever feels at ease in public,     simply because tis way, he can still disappear into his     own little world, where the only people are fictional and     not actually with him. The downside? He’s oblivious to     the world around him.

         Typical Hana: She’s completely absorbed in her own little world,          which, naturally, means she’s not paying attention to what’s going           on around her (or, incidentally, where she’s going). Who can blame          her, though? Twitter is so much more interesting than where she’s          walking.           –– –– –– –– –– However, once she’s tripped over something –– or,          more specifically, someone’s legs –– that brings about a rapid change         of her tune, as well as a long string of expletives, followed by a hasty         apology. 

                  ❝ Oh, holy fuck, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?! ❞

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{ fowliisms }

         ❝ Okay, so. Welcome to this tiiiiiiny occult shop!              We’ve got magic books, good-luck charms (I make              those myself), herbs, chalk, trinkets, candles, and,              like, all the other magic shit your little heart could desire.              –– –– –– –– And, of course, I palm readings, tarot              readings, and I c’n also do the traditional crystal-ball              stuff too. Also exorcisms and, uh, that ghost-talking shit              as well. Just don’t ask me to revive the dead; that ain’t              my cup o’ tea, though I can direct you to a few necromancers.              Just be warned: They smell like, um, a literal rotting corpses. ❞

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{ crossingfiields }

          ❝ Oh, that’s my cat-demon, Mr. Fluffbutt! He’s really a little               asshole, but he’s, like, okay once he warms up to you. (It               takes a looong while, but he’s really a decent cat...demon-thing,               I promise!) ❞

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idk if i’ve mentioned this here before or not, but i think it’s worth talking about either way!! for a good portion of her life (from about the age of ten up until she was about halfway through her seventeenth year, truthfully), hana suffered from severe depression and anxiety/panic disorder. she manage to pull herself from it, yes, but it took a lot of internal struggling and shutting out the world around her –– this is why she has very very few friends. 

her ways of coping with her issues were self-destructive, to say the least, and she pushed away any that might have wanted to help her. the support that she did get came from her guardian, pearl, but pearl wasn’t entirely sure how to help hana, since hana never really asked for much or gave any hints as to what might help her. because of this, hana never learned how to reach out for help: she just looked inside herself to find what she needed to move on. hana will say that she has little fear of anything now –– she looked insider herself in her darkest times, and she found a soul made of steel. that steel never broke, even when hana attempted to take her own life in several of her darkest moments. 

hana still suffers from depression and anxiety, which tend to rear their heads from time to time –– and, when they do, she tends to shut people out, and pretend that everything is just fine. she won’t say what is bothering her, since she is never really certain how to articulate it; she never received the help that she needed, instead dragging herself from her own personal hell. she still relapses from time to time, though she never tells anyone about it –– she just pretends it never happened, and moves on with her life. 

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{ mythologied }

        ❝ No, no, I’m serious ––  priests are, like, the most             annoying people ever. ‘You’re going to heeeell!             But I expect you to help me with this exorcism any-            way.’ Like, seriously? Really? And they want me to do            it for free? Helloooo, I have to eat too, y’know! The            power of God does not nourish me. ❞