I’m not a *wicked* witch, I’m an *irritable* witch. People tend to confuse the two when terrified. Something apparently said by me while guest-starring in someone’s dream I would definitely say this. (via breelandwalker) Source: breelandwalker
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How to Get Along With Your Slytherin Friend
ladydrarry: From a Ravenclaw’s Experience • they aren’t big talkers normally, but if they are then they talk your head off no in-between • don’t let them plot world domination even if you want it too it’s just a bad idea • have the second best parties behind Gryffindors • they like practical things, soContinue reading “How to Get Along With Your Slytherin Friend”
PSA to anyone moving to the south
daydreamerofyesterday: fluent-in-lesbianism: “bless your heart” is NOT a sign of goodwill that person wants you dead and buried, preferably while they watch from the comfort of their porch rockers bless your heart is literally the shadiest, most condescending thing a southerner can say
Witchy Plants Questions!
rootandrock: juniperwildwalk: These are not exclusively related to Witchcraft or paganism, and any question that doesn’t explicitly reference one of those things can be answered in any way, not just in a way that relates to your practice! Please, two plants per person! ————————————————————- BELLADONNA: What was the first spell you ever cast? MANDRAKE: WhatContinue reading “Witchy Plants Questions!”
rosesandstuff: What people think social anxiety is: hi. im cutely shy 🙂 What social anxiety actually is: hi. I live in a perpetual state of self hatred and embarrassment.
pinchi: You know when you clean your face really well and exfoliate and stuff and your face feels ten pounds lighter and clean and kind of raw, that’s how I want my heart to feel
Vulture Culture Problems:
unofficialvulturecultureproblems: Getting really excited because you think you’ve spotted a bone, but it turns out it’s just a stick. Or a rock. Or a leaf. Or a piece of garbage. Or your imagination.
Your aesthetic is windy days and rainy nights. It’s the way drifting steam from a hot cup of coffee coats your glasses on a Sunday morning. It’s the way you feel when you’re alone in the night and the smell of running water. It’s the storm that rallies energy in your heart and echoes with power. It’s a calm and old type of power.
It’s too perfect. I love this!
I know my gods are real. They have enabled me to withstand you. James Baldwin, No Name in the Street (via heathenchinese) Source: heathenchinese
shubbabang: whats sad is that im not even that terribly tall yet i still manage to hit my head on something daily Source: shubbabang
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