nonoothewitch

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can not believe i am a fully grown adult and many people my age have kids and degrees and serious careers. i can barely make dinner

[nonoothewitch]

(y/n): "Levi and I-"

Erwin: "Are dating?"

Miche: "Are married?

Hange: "Are fucking?"

Levi: "Finished our patrol. What the fuck is wrong with you people?"

[nonoothewitch]

"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

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a detailed list of things i hate

hot weather

high temperatures

heat

warmer than average conditions

[nonoothewitch]

no sorry i dont really use instagram, i can contact you via ouija board, spirit box, fluctuations in temperature, flickering lights, and certain rituals. i am also on tumblr.

[nonoothewitch]

Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

And I'm now waiting to be Vetted by @gazavetters 🙏

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uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhg

[nonoothewitch]

do it weirdly. do it offputtingly. do it freakishly.

[nonoothewitch]

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

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*with a dark and evil aura surrounding me* I'm shy

[nonoothewitch]

Why the wound is still bleeding? ○_○

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Warsan Shire, from "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"

[nonoothewitch]

praying that someday you would be mine I really hope

[nonoothewitch]

"You are all I want so much it's hurting"

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i will leave it in to the morning where i feel more brave more alive maybe and there's a light out in the world that might carry me out carry all my sorrows and dreams it might put some sense in me again but not now

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[nonoothewitch]

“I TOOK CARE OF MYSELF and it wasn’t beautiful. I took care of myself and looked at the overdue bills in the face, even though it hurt. I took care of myself and cried ugly through the therapy session; made another appointment for next week. I put in the work and wrote all the bad memories in detail. I apologized to all the friends I didn’t have the energy to talk to. I finally cut off all my dead ends and bought produce; slimly avoided sustaining myself on barbecue chips and poetry. I recycled. I set an alarm for 8 hours of sleep and did not sleep more or less. I took care of myself and it wasn’t bubble baths. It wasn’t lotion at Bath and Bodyworks and three-cheese pizza. It was uncomfortable. It wasn’t beautiful, but I am, and it didn’t have to be beautiful to be worth it.”

— Schuyler Peck, The Greatest Act of Self-Love Isn’t Always Pretty