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Dada dinner in the early 1920s.

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i’m sorry i can’t be him

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weekly graveyard walk

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currently manifesting this

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Low stock: only a handful of Flux Arcana Tarot decks remain at the shop link in my bio.

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It was so obvious that I was a witch when I was younger. I would always build witch huts as my house, and I was obsessed with the swamp biome and building medieval swamp villages. I was just trying to live my life as the village witch.

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Home of the travelling Witch  🚞 🌙   

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Podcasts for Witches

This obviously isn’t a complete list, but here are some I enjoy in case anyone is looking for one. Feel free to add onto this! I’m always looking for more :)

🌷 The Fat Feminist Witch

🌷 The Witch and The Medium

🌷 The Cosmic Keys Podcast

🌷 Coffee and Cauldrons

🌷 Witch Wednesdays

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Low stock - only a few copies of the Flux Arcana Tarot deck remain in stock at the shop link in my bio.

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there’s always something so sexual about ancient greek paintings

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The Souls of Acheron (1898) - Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl

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productive

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𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐦.𝐥. 𝐫𝐢𝐨

“𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮.”

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Meeting in a centuries-old graveyard to read poetry about death

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With each passing day it becomes more and more apparent that reuniting the Holy Roman Empire and becoming the Holy Roman Emperor is my only viable future career path.

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Baroque

If it’s not baroque, fix it.

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How To Taste Divinity

Light candles and sit with them in the dark. You are light upon light.

Wear silk and lace and fall into bed

Wear whatever makes you feel connected and at ease

Talk to the stars, read them poetry, tell them how much you’ll miss them in the morning.

Make tea with some milk and honey and breathe in the steam curling up to your face

Take a bath and sink so the water is up to your neck. Feel the air struggle to slowly fill your lungs and come back up, breathe deeply (you don’t need fancy bath bombs/salts/flowers but if you have them then great)

Feel your heartbeat at the pulse points: wrist and neck. Then press your hand against your chest and feel your heart beating again and again.

Imagine the blood rush with each pump and acknowledge that it’s not in your control and that’s ok. Someone’s looking out for you.

Make eye contact often. Even if it’s for a split second.

Talk to a plant, give it water, nature is always there for you, waiting.

Try to feel moonlight. Bathe in it and feel it’s power to wash over you.

Reach out to graze rays of sunlight with your fingertips and slowly sink your body into sunshine as it seeps into your bones and reminds you of your own warmth

Drive down an empty highway with the windows down and imagine you’re the music being whisked away on the wind

Let yourself feel the love you have for everyone in the world. Drown in it. When you feel alone remember this abundance and know it’s reciprocated by someone somewhere. <3