Tbh Im Kinda Pissed Im Not Asleep In Bed Next To The Love Of My Life In A Cottage With No Obligations

it's 2022. donald trump has died in disgrace days after being impeached and jailed. my chemical romance's new album is coming out the same day as the new spiderverse movie. the lizzo and janelle monaé collab song is blowing up the radio. lil nas x has a verse in it. you and your partner have time and energy for dates after work after jeff bezos' assets have been seized and distributed to the public in the wake of his arrest for keeping employees in unsafe working conditions.

aesthetic | horror | monster 

Jewelry Blessings

Alright, so my relationship with my patron gods is pretty fluid- I typically burn a few things as an offering to the god that I need strength from most with a sigil that represents them. To my fellow broke bitch witches, your god knows you’re working with what you’ve got. Don’t sweat it.

Aphrodite, for example-

I mix vanilla extract and cinnamon and throw in a few rose petals, mix it all together, and throw in a ring and my earrings. I burn the sigil and let the ashes fall into the mix, say my prayer, and thank her for her time and patience.

I treat this as a glamour of sorts, and I notice my confidence is always boosted over the next few days when I wear this jewelry (after rinsing it).

Here’s the way I’ve done my worships, as someone who can’t risk having altars and a lot of wiccan material in my home-

Ares- red fabric, matches, pepper

Athena- olive leaves (or oil, but that shit is FLAMMABLE) and citrus peel (orange, tangerine, lemon, etc. )

Dionysus- dried grape peels/raisins, bread crumbs/crusts

Poseidon- salt, shells*, ginger

*just a note: in my offerings, some things don’t actually burn down to ash. Some things are just there as spiritual offerings. I typically have my offering stash in a tall bowl of some kind and toss in my burning sigil, and whatever burns, burns. Always be prepared for everything to catch fire, though.

sometimes its just like *street lights reflecting off the wet asphalt at night* maybe life isnt so ugly after all

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