Good Things Will Happen 🧿

women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence  

I grew up with some very strange tarot traditions, and I wonder how many others did too.

Your deck must be a gift.

You cannot accept money for readings. The only thing you may accept in exchange is other, equal magic, or food.

Cards ought be read by candlelight.

Wash your hands 3 times before reading.

Readings must be done in person, because the subject must cut the deck.

Readings are best done inebriated, to blur the veil.

Cards should remain bound when not in use.

Always perform a reading for yourself before doing one for another person, to focus yourself.

When you read by candlelight, you cannot blow the candles out. You have to snuff them instead. Or, better, have someone else snuff them (but not blow them out).

I think the two that people disagree with most are not buying your own deck and conducting readings without the person present. But this is how I learned, and I wonder who else learned the same way.

My spark of life is being reignited. My passion is being rekindled. My desired are being purified. I am becoming the master of my life force. I am taking my power back.

the original gay pride flag includes sex and that’s about as ace exclusionist as you can get

Mood!

welcome to 2023 :) happy out of touch thursday

Peace can be a terror when you have never known it before.

Moments passed, and nothing happened, and nothing happened. The safety promised by the embrace blurred the line between the body and the spirit, and her heart and her soul both ached as one. She could scream now, and she did, relentlessly, wordlessly, a cry of hurt and terror, of discovery and loss.

What a waste it all had been. She had done everything expected of her, she had stayed so cautiously within the borders of girlhood, of propriety, of safety. All for nothing.

In the end, there was just no way to be careful enough.

And With Her Went the Spring

by CAROLINE RATAJSKI

FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.

To give the least insane argument against this, Ambiance nice. Sometimes you can legitimately love the sensations of silk on your skin and soft flickering natural light while reading. Now the line for me would be how comfortable you actually are. The second you are wearing pore clogging gloop on your face or a weird ass ‘sexy’ pose, yeah thats just for the image. but yes I would much rather enjoy a wonderful meal in a fancy candlelit restaurant than inside a waffle house. Even if it was the same exact meal.

I feel like "romanticize your life" actually means "perform for an imaginary voyeur." Men don't do this shit.