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“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.”

— Deb Caletti

I feel so disappointed in myself. I forgot to carry a book with me today and now I'm just sitting here bored out of my mind.

A Prayer to Aphrodite Areia

Dear Aphrodite Areia,

Protectress of those who fight for what they love

Of women who murder their abusers as an act of self love

Hear my prayer!

I'm praying for you to help me fight against external and internalized homophobia

I'm kindly asking you to help me and my loved ones love themselves

O Smiling Aphrodite,

Please help me get through my mental health problems, so I can smile genuinely again.

With love,

Ligea 🥀

@beautyofaphrodite , this is my submission to the 200 Followers Event.

Hymns created for the gods - Hekate #1

I

Under the starry sky,

I find myself at the crossroads,

The moon greets me as a friend,

With its illuminating glow,

Under that white beam I find,

An ever-blazing torch held three-fold,

With a stern gaze, soul piercing touch,

Held tight as a bright light guides the way,

Obsidian pebbles mark the path,

To where I let go and create,

And as the air fills with lavender and myrrh,

As dandelions make their way from the underworld,

As I place garlic upon the threshold,

And walk through the gates,

To which the keyholder granted me access,

Knowing I am protected.

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!

the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.

I just love them so much!

“Becoming a witch is an awakening, a remembering, an initiation. It’s a chant to ‘come home, come home, come home’, because even when you feel like you’re lost, you’re not.”

— Gabriela Herstik, from “Craft: How to Be a Modern Witch,” released c. 2018

Leonora Carrington, from The Hearing Trumpet

The first kiss For one moment, time stopped surprise held me in its arms your lips playing on mine sweet and soft your cheeks and jawline soft against my touch your smell engulfing me lapping over me in soft waves life went on around us people dancing and music blaring through the speakers I didn't care what anyone thought of us I wished for time to stop there so that I could savor this moment forever Freeze this piece in time so I can keep it close and hidden away A safe place just for you and I

Lol, just a soft little moment. I wish this happened more. But I am not that lucky...

Spilled Thoughts

...I’m tired.

Not physically, but in an emotional way...

I feel like I hide too much...

From friends,

From family,

From everyone...

...I’m tired of this mask...

When can I take it off?...

Why is kindness such a rarity?

Who made it abnormal to treat another human as if they actually are a living, breathing being?

What caused us to retreat so far into ourselves that we don’t notice the pain around us?

When did we become like this?

...and how can we change it?

guys u can’t trust ANYONE anymore bro i swear🙏 cough cough k, h, e, m!!!!

March, 1933 The diary of Anaïs Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]

this man couldve gone places, maybe not good ones, but places

bro could start a societal uprooting flipping the gnder roles

Got reminded again of my old coworker who was a massive misogynist but also trans inclusive. Told me he believed trans women are indeed women because "only women would be stupid enough to want to be women"

I wonder what he's doing now

“Just remember. None of us have any idea what we’re doing either. No one chooses to exist. You just do. You’re gonna be okay.”

— Halsey

life is too long to be unhappy

I want to be heard, but I have nothing to say. Know that I am here, even if you don't hear me. Listen to my shouts from the rooftops as I sit in my room. The sound of my screams through the door I keep locked. Please, hold my hand, as I push you away. I want to be heard, but I have nothing to say.

April 20, 1923 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

On healing:

I'm trying to be beautiful and to heal

but im dying and it's hard

to heal beautifully...

I want to get through this and be suprised there's still good left in this world

but I wonder if I'm living the life of a girl who dies young, chaotic and brief, mostly unknown, morning news

From February 9 to 10, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.

i don’t know how to not be the problem. //A.M

staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold-so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas