Yes! – Page 9 – Amethyst’s Archive

hellenic-polytheism-things: pyrolatrya: mythologyrules: I’m like 100% sure that Hermes loves the idea of santa claus. some dude flying around at night, shimmying down people’s chimneys to put presents underneath their decorated indoor tree?? sounds just risiculous enough for him to love it. not to mention eating cookies and drinking milk that people have put outContinue reading

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In choosing your god, you choose your way of looking at the universe. There are plenty of Gods. Choose yours. The god you worship is the god you deserve. Joseph Campbell, A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living. (via vulturehooligan) Source: defunctparadigm-blog

aly-naith: 9p moodboards: Slytherin

picolo-kun: Mononoke starter pack Support my patreon! Source: gabriel-picolo

Going barefoot is the gentlest way of walking and can symbolize a way of living — being authentic, vulnerable, sensitive to our surroundings. It’s the feeling of enjoying warm sand beneath our toes, or carefully making our way over sharp rocks in the darkness. It’s a way of living that has the lightest impact, removingContinue reading

da-at-ass: It may be true that everyone deserves a chance, and that everyone also deserves a second chance. But you don’t have to be the person that gives them those chances. If your instincts say no then that’s enough. Life is full of chances. Let it go and let them find their chance somewhere else.Continue reading

oldmotherredcap: The most important witchy essential? Common sense.

I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation of the little things, my vivid inner life, my keenContinue reading

In the deep forest under a large mountain, where the wild things are, ferocious wolves prowl as crows caw. But all around purple flowers glows. Within the deepest part of the forest sits a cabin. The cabin is littered with all things witch. A million jars containing what only a witch knows. But within the cabin is a daughter and her antlered father. For roses grow from his horns only for her. All of these things are your my dear. <3

Omg. I’m not crying. It’s allergies….