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The Signs as Beautiful Words

Aries - Phosphenes

(n) The light and colors produced by rubbing your eyes

Taurus - Sonder

(n) The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own 

Gemini - Epiphany

(n) A moment of sudden revelation 

Cancer - Divine 

(adj) Like God or a god / very good or pleasing

Leo - Aurora 

(n) The dawn in the early morning

Virgo - Mellifluous 

(adj) Sweet or musical; pleasant to hear

Libra - Opulent

(adj) Ostentatiously rich and luxurious or lavish

Scorpio - Alluring

(adj) Powerfully and mysteriously attractive or fascinating; seductive

Sagittarius - Euphoria

(n) A feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness

Capricorn - Serendipity 

(n) the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

Aquarius- Iridescent

(adj) Producing a display of rainbow-like colors

Pisces - Ethereal 

(adj) Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world

'I promise to smile at the sound of song

and to take my tea always with honey;

I promise that I will not kill a spider

and bring out sugar-water to sick bees.

I promise to part with my spare change when

I can; I vow to believe more than I doubt—

I will say compliments as often as

I think them; I will drive the rude thoughts out.

I will rebel not for rebellion's sake,

but when integrity demands a choice;

I vow to avoid severity when it is unneeded;

I vow to always use my voice.

Who do I make these promises to? Myself, and God;

because they say kindness is a virtue

of practice.'

'to be kind,' - Megan's Poetry #1001

The golden gloam we can't beg to stay 

Petals are bleeding into the dirt 

Now we watch darkness swallow day

The reaper returns, a price we must pay

Writhing, wizened, woozy with hurt 

The golden gloam we can't beg to stay

Tongues shredded by what we can't say

Moonlight and tears, goodbyes so curt

Now we watch darkness swallow day

Though we'd rebel we must still obey

Our ghosts are sleeping now, inert

The golden gloam we can't beg to stay 

We all have our parts that we must play

Hope is fickle and prone to desert

Now we watch darkness swallow day

The anguish wrapped tight with dismay--

We save the confessions we'd like to blurt

The golden gloam we can't beg to stay

Now we watch darkness swallow day

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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???

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okay but i just like told my boyfriend few weeks ago that i blocked my crush tiktoker because she is filming on straight tiktok and i don’t want to be there and she always throws me back into this bs, aaaannnndddd today he sent me her vid with words like “i know you miss her” AND MAYBE i’m over reacting but i just find it so cute, i mean he like remembered it, and then he just im just DAMN like we are dating for like 8 months now and like idk still having those small things making me happy just makes me feel better about relationships and honestly everything else

More Concept Playlists

+ You walk out of your shitty roadside motel room that you’ve been staying in since you ran away from home. It hasn’t been cleaned since the 50s but at least no one will find you out here, in the middle of the desert. You head towards the ice machine, but someone is already there. It’s the most popular girl in school, who you’ve had a crush on since 6th grade. She’s run away too.

+ You and your fed-up punk friends attempt to summon a demon at your all girls catholic boarding school, determined to wreck some wacky havoc on the oppressive staff. But the fun doesn’t last long as you realize you have unleashed something far more sinister. Something that doesn’t slam doors or break windows but drips deep into your psyche and reveals the meaning of pure evil.

+ The year is 1987, You’re part of a ragtag band of misfits that have been friends since childhood. All of you are gay, but no one has admitted it yet so rifts are forming in the gang. One summer morning you roller skate over to your best friend, the only other girl in the groups house to tell her you’re in love with her. Will it tear group apart once and for all or bring you back together?

+ You’re 17 and in love with your manic pixie dream girl of a best friend. It’s a wednesday night in early june and you can’t sleep because all you can think about is her stupid perfect crooked smile and just when you think you can’t stand it anymore you hear a tapping at your window. You open it and there she is, with that smile. She asks you if you want to go on an adventure. You’ve never wanted anything more.  

+ July is the season of rabid dogs. There’s something about the constantness of the heat that drives spikes into the head. This year there’s a new plague: the teenage girls. They are sick. The are restless. They are hungry. Their bare feet burn on the hot concrete but they won’t stop until they have tasted the blood of every abusive man in town.

+  You and your closest friends sit on the roof of your suburban house watching the sunset. The crisp, nearly-autumn breeze blows against your oversized hoodie while you sip cheap, lukewarm beer from a paper bag. No one says anything, no one has to.

+ It’s 1:30 am and you’re driving out of the city with your girlfriend asleep in the passenger seat. there are lights glowing on the highway and in the city behind you but it feels like it’s just the two of you, and you wish it could last forever

+ The year is 1975. The Russians went ahead and nuked us and well, just about everyone died. But don’t worry! There were a few survivors. You and your gang find yourselves with the entirety of west Hollywood all to yourselves and nothing keeping you from the thousands of mansions and all the goodies they might hold

+ You’re on the road with a crappy RV you bought somewhere sketchy with your best friend and her dog on the trip of a lifetime trying to make it as a bluegrass singer. You fall in love over crumpled maps, roadside lemonade, campfire sing alongs, and grimy dive bars where you pay for meals by washing dishes.

+ You walk into your room, satin gown flowing in your wake,You dramatically collapse into a dark velvet chair as if the cameras are rolling. You put on a record and pour your fourth glass of red wine. Your fifth husband has mysteriously died, good thing he left everything to you in the will.

+ You’re at a Halloween party in the basement of a seedy punk club, so wasted you can’t see straight. The ground starts shaking. More than it was before, are you imagining it? No. The bands screaming has gone from angry to terrified. The apocalypse is happening right now.

+ You stand in front of the house at the edge of town. The house with boarded up windows. The house with broken glass in the yard instead of flowers, like everyone else in your small misty mountain town. The house no one talks about. The house you only go when you have nowhere else to go. You have someone to find in there, someone you need to bring home.

+ Is there any place better to dissociate than a roller rink?

+ Everything is perfect here. It’s a nice cabin, tucked away in the depths of the Ozarks. The lake is right out back so she can swim whenever she wants. Swimming makes her happy. And all of this is to make her happy. This morning you wake up early to watch the sun rise over the water. It’s a perfect morning for a perfect place, golden light seeping through everything. Highlighting orange starting to creep into the leaves. Your breath catches in your throat. It’s almost October. Yes, this place is perfect. But it’s time to go home.

+ You’re a music producer who died overdosing on cocaine at a club in the 70s. You awaken in the exact spot you died in the year 2073. You’re hungry, thirsty, and hornier than you’ve ever been. But most importantly, you look as fly as you always have and you’re surrounded by beautiful women.

+ She’s an urban witch. A drugstore sorceress, mixing potions of Xanax and gasoline. Selling them on a street corner in the east village. No one knows her name, few know her face, But they say you’ll know her when you see her. You approach her on a chilled November night and offer a pack of cigarettes for a love potion. Hands shaking with anxiety and cold. She looks you in the eye and tells you you don’t need love potion. She’ll give you everything you want for free.

+ My boyfriend Oliver. I know this isn’t a concept but he’s super cute and i love him so let me live……DM me if you wanna see pics

+ You’re driving through the depths of the Appalachian mountains on a foggy night. You see a dark figure with glowing eyes up ahead at the edge of your headlights and your heart stops beating. No. It can’t be him…. He wasn’t supposed to be able to find you all the way up here I. You get closer and your shoulders relax, It’s just an old man. He smiles when you pass, his milky eyes reflecting back at you like stars. probably just a friendly local out for a late night stroll. You’re safe. It’s fine. Only 10 miles to go. Your engine dies the moment you realize that human eyes dont glow.

+ You’re a nerd, a nobody, the kid who sits by herself at lunch. The kid who never talks and never gets noticed by anyone. Yet here you are, dressed in your big sisters clothes, standing in the coolest girl in schools living room while a party rages around you. Tonight you’re going to be cool. Tonight you’re going to be the life of the party. Tonight she’s finally going to realize you exist. This is either the bravest thing you’ve ever done or the stupidest.

+ You’ve been climbing the mountain for three days and three nights. Out of food, out of water, and utterly, painfully alone. Just when you think you can walk no farther, you hear a waterfall in the distance. With your remaining ounce of strength you launch yourself the final few yards. You collapse to your knees and peer into the clear, cool water. But Instead of seeing your face your entire life is reflected back at you.