So I Was Reading On The Road By Jack Kerouac I Saw This Quote 

Some quick tips on preparation for the next academic year, from a veteran! 

I don’t know what is more, hopeless,

Having a static mood, that nothing happening in the world can change what is happening inside you and you dont have the strength to pretend, and are in that constant state of melancholy.

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Having a dynamic mood, that anything can change your mood instantly a song you listen to makes you cry and then you watch a cat video and makes you laugh, the next moment, like you have surrendered yourself to the world, tired of feeling a type of way, that you dont care anymore,

I can never find the right words to tell people what I’m thinking. Telling them I’m tired doesn’t work, but I can’t seem to vocalize that I’m mentally exhausted and sick of existing. Telling them I’m sad doesn’t work either, but I can’t explain that I’m struggling not to kill myself and that the joy in everything in my life is gone and when I wake up to the sun in my eyes, I have to struggle to get myself out of bed because most of me didn’t even want to wake up at all. I can’t tell them I’m numb because what I’m feeling is so much more complex than numb and I don’t have the vocabulary to tell them that I feel like I’m drowning and it terrifies me that I feel nothing as it’s happening, and that my insides want to scream but I can’t even find it in me to shed a tear anymore, that every single aspect of my life feels like it’s shaded in grey because someone sucked out all the colors but I can hardly even remember what colors are because I can no longer remember a time I didn’t feel like this. No, I don’t know how to say that. So I just whisper “I’m fine.”

🦋girlfriend aesthetic🦋

when we drive i will sit next to you and dance to all kinds of songs, meanwhile singing even when i don’t know lyrics

cook you food and bring it for our dates

creating playlists just for you so you will remember about me when you listen to it

hand-made presents with main concept to maintain memories

call you by cute nick names

write you love letters and big text messages about how much i appreciate your existence

hug you from behind and kiss you in the forehead

facetime you at night to fall asleep, but only after you to admire your cute sleepy face

if someone is interested depression hotline just didn’t have places for me calling for 30 minutes again and again, i’m just done

Let’s talk about cleansing! 💨 ⁣

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Sage. Rosemary. Frankincense.⁣

These are my go-to cleansing tools. In terms of magic & the craft, I personally favor anything that involves fire or burning, as it seems to be most effective for me. Sage & rosemary I use for cleansing bigger areas, with a deeper impact. The Frankincense incense I use whenever I just have to do one room, cleanse myself, or when the “vibe just feels off.” Most of the time, I light these up, open my windows, and walk around like the crazy witch I am holding a smoking plant or stick above my head. ⁣

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Sage🌱 all cleansing! This not only gets rid of bad energies, but also the good! Sage cleansing creates an open space for any and everything, so I NEVER just use sage and call it a day. When using sage, always replace whatever you just clearned with good energies. This can be done by burning incense right after(that’s what I do), spraying a mist for whatever intention you want, visualizing white light, etc. I sage with the windows open, and incense fill the space with the windows closed. *** SAGE CLEANSING IS NOT SMUDGING. Smudging is a deeply sacred CLOSED practice specific to First Nation people… So the next time I see a Becky at Coachella burning sage to cover up the smell of her own sweat, if she says she’s smudging, I’m going OFF😂⁣

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Rosemary 🌿 has a ton of magical uses; however, for cleansing it’s super effective. I like to use it specifically for spaces I do any spell work in, or read cards in. It helps enhance psychic abilities, purifies negative energies, and improves mental clarity.⁣

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Frankincense🔥 as incense is my preferred method of every day cleansing, and also offerings to both my Kemetic and Norse gods. It corresponds with protection, prosperity, and specifically when burned helps relieve anxiety + stress. I find it works really well when I feel something off during a reading or when I don’t want to sage my whole house.⁣

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These are my methods of cleansing, but there’s tons of others! The next time you just want to reset the vibes, or clear out some unwanted energies, here’s some ways you can do it! ✨Witch frens, how do you cleanse???

My therapist- John Lennon saying and I oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s isn't real, it cant hurt you

John Lennon saying and i oop- as George squeezes passed him in the 60s-

people do be fucking talented out there

art by inst: @flat.white_

It’s Not Over

I think of you at night, and when hearses drive by Their trembling vibrato cracking over the uneven pavement Like the wavering voice of a gloomy love song I see you in those mournful processions People marching with memories round their necks A hanging noose dragging like an unheld leash Oh I think of you Your absence filling my head Like the lungs of the drowned fill with water

Don’t tell me I’m too young to get it Like the words I’m speaking are just braids of sounds Devoid of meaning Of course, they’ll never be enough to make you stay Nothing I could try would keep the feeling from going sour The loss from setting in But even if you walk, it’s not over Listen, won’t you It’s not over till I say it is And my mouth is stitched closed As in those grinding dreams where I lose all my teeth I can’t say I won’t say I choke on these same words It’s not over

Oh love, oh lover It was good once, it was pure Till I asked for too much Till I went and ruined it all with my monstrous hunger You’re right that I’m too young Just a kid who demands and takes but never gives Only pitiful tokens Noodle necklaces and cardboard flowers Finger paintings, where my touch still clings to your skin My heart on a platter Those poor childish offerings

I’m orphaned without you Orphaned and unhinged But even if you’re gone, it’s not over Listen, I beg of you It’s not over even as I’m on my knees Even as I’m half a person Small enough to fit in your shadow Perhaps you’re right Perhaps I’m too young I could cry and embrace your legs Cry like children do, When they still believe that tears Can turn on the light and make people come back

But perhaps I’m too old Perhaps I’m too tired And I can no longer rest my head on you In the curve of your shoulder Oh love, you should have come over

Inspired by Lover You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley, as requested by @samaya11 

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