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KITCHEN WITCHERY

HAPPINESS - Chamomile, Lemon Balm, St Johns Wort, Oregano

MONEY- Spearmint, Basil, Cinnamon, Ginger

SUCCESS - Bay Laurel, Lemon balm, Lovage

BANISHING - Chilli Pepper, Mandrake, Frankincense, Mugwort, Rosemary

WISDOM - Thyme, Iris, Cinnamon

LOVE - Jasmine, Rose, Meadowsweet, Coriander, Basil, Marjoram

FERTILITY - Myrtle, Geranium, Mandrake, Mistletoe, Clary Sage, Fennel

HEALING - Calendula, Allspice, Elderberry, Ginger, Eucalyptus, Lavender

PROTECTION - Angelica, Lavender, Aloe Vera, Agrimony, Star Anise, Salt

PSYCHIC POWER - Frankincense, Yarrow, Bay Laurel, Mugwort

PURIFYING - Rosemary, Juniper, Sweetgrass

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You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

Oscar Wilde (via perfectfeelings)

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Some things never go out of style

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My English teacher appointed me a little writing project and so here’s a little shard of it. 

The Pier

25th of December, The Party

I limp solitarily to the river, leaving Alex worried and alone in the hall where drunk young adults fool around. I must have had three or four shots of god knows what but I can’t allow myself to face the failure I have brought to myself from failing Basils class. I stagger along the meadow when I find myself in front of the shed used by art students. My eyes catch a boat hook by the door and I stare at it, confused why this would be outside the shed. My hands grab it and I use it as my walking aid. 

My head suddenly is plagued with Professor Basil’s chastise from earlier. He tells me how I’ve been a huge disappointment. How I always fail to remember that this University is an immensely prestigious institution. 

My skin burns from his voice in my head. 

I look up and stare at the stars and before I even realise I’m standing before the démodé pier. 

Present 

I lift my heavy lids as my chamber is suffused with the cool breath of dawn. Suddenly, I hear a chilling shriek coming from outside. I run quickly to my window and I see a sea of students hasten down the pier. My feet hurried towards the chaos happening outside. It is still dark, the sun barely peeking from the horizon, the air cold. I push my way through the crowd of young adults still wearing their lavish sleepwear. I see Professor Cavill pull out something large and solid from the freezing water. When I’m ahead of everyone, I can see the entire scene unfold. 

Cavill drags out something solid from the body of water but his large figure blocks me from seeing. The stench of putrefaction hits me. I almost gag at the foul scent. I cover my mouth and turn my head when I recognise the boy standing still next to me. 

It’s Alex. 

His face is pale and I’m sure he recognises me too but desires to not acknowledge me. I look back at the Professor as he stands in distress. When he shifts I finally see it.

A corpse.

There in display for my drowsy eyes, a pale, distorted and drenched corpse.

My knees almost give out when I realise who it is. It was my professor. Professor Basil. 

My body fails to react to the circumstance. I force myself to take in his poor state. His white shirt soaked in blood, something grotesque pierced through his heart. 

My stomach turns when I recognise it. I begin to tremble and my head turns to Alex but he still won’t look at me.

Students stare in sorrow at the corpse as silence lingers us.

But I stare at the boat hook carved passionately in his chest.

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chaotic academia be like:

- white shirts and jumpers topped by the first jacket you found

- odd socks

- rings on most fingers, some don't really go together

- books in your bag you promise yourself you'll read but in reality they haven't seen the light of day for weeks

- fanfiction in class, late at night, but managing to pass your exams

- pens with insults written on them

- doodles on your paper and your skin

- managing to run in a backpack

- resulting to beanies to put off of washing your hair until tomorrow

- loving your topics but still cramming the night before because you never learned to revise, so why start now?

- "i love your colour coded notes!" they weren't coded, but they are now

- writing ciphers on the edges of pages

- "is that a word?" "probably"

- how much colloquialisms can you fit in an academic conversation

- swears

- swears in more than one language

- lego(ish) flowers in a vase because real ones always die, and so why waste them?

- 'Percy Jackson and the Olympians' sitting right next to 'Forensics: The Anatomy of Crime' on your bookshelf

- blatantly cheats at card games

- knows a weird amount of stuff about a strange amount of things

- random facts dropped into conversation

- pins and patches galore

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I turn off the 2 am alarm

I go out at night

and I dance among my flowers

and I smile while my lips tremble

and I hope to fall asleep on the grass

I have nothing to smile about

I blush every time I see my body in the mirror

and while others' eyes turn me into a hole

I become the scariest version of myself.

– night sky.

lunebordeaux, 17/10/20.

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My existence is a scandal.

Oscar Wilde

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Warning Spell

This spell is a good substitute for a Hex when your emotions of fear and anger are taking over. This spell will work more on you than the other person. It will allow you to build strength and take charge of your emotions to find a way to calm down and seek a solution.

Light one black candle and one blue candle after cleansing yourself and space. Speak this spell out loud and then end your spell by blowing out your candles.

"My blood turns black, and flesh turns blue. I will curse you if you force me to. From left with sighs and negative ties, I clear your eyes and curse your lies. I'll call the strength of a plague of flies with the blood gone black and flesh of blue, the evil is sent back to you. My soul now clean and yours on fire, you mess with a witch you get burned you liar. With harm to none nor return unto me, as I will it so mote it be."

Don't forget to set your intention. Be clear of the warning you want to send. This is not to harm anyone, but to simply remind them not to fuck with a witch!

Love and light

Enchanting - Jewel

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The ghosts smell like strawberries again.

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The ghosts smell like strawberries again.

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“My life sucks so yours should too!”

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𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

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My skin will regret it later, but…

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Crying does not indicate that you're weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive

- Charlotte Bronte

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Which one are you?