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hiswitchcraft · 2 years

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id love to see your collection/list! my tarot niche is cat themed decks but i love seeing what otber people are drawn to :)

My Collection of Divination Decks

You're so sweet! You got it! I wish this post hadn’t taken so long. When it was halfway done I decided to take the pictures myself instead and got overwhelmed so I've done it a bit at a time. Anyways you guys remember that I'm always happy to help you find beginner decks that work for you or decks that fit certain ideas or themes! Rather if that's more inclusivity, certain vibes, the deck being based on animals, plants, etc. Don't be afraid to reach out!

Without further delay, the decks...

The Classic Rider Waite

This was my first deck as I'm sure it was for a lot of people. I heard a lot of people talking about it and knew a lot of other decks were based on it so I got it. I'm glad it was my first deck because it helped familiarize me with all the Rider Waite based decks yet to come in my practice and it's just a sort of neutral starting point. I could also see the appeal in getting a more themed deck which is why I offer to help beginners find one that fits their needs. The good deck is the deck you'll pick up and use!

The Linestrider Tarot

This was my first deck that's well... not just the plain old Rider Waite. I was 14 or 15 when I got it so it probably wouldn't be my first pick now, aesthetic wise, but I have a huge soft spot for it. It's always felt like I was in tune with this deck and I love little details like that The Fool has no face and the two of cups are cats! Like isn't that just the cutest? Also it wasn't that expensive and came with a solid box and a thick guidebook, which is always a welcome bonus in my opinion.

The Hedgewitch Botanical Oracle

Ah, my first oracle deck, as you might have guessed. It was also made by the same artist that made the Linestrider tarot, which you may also have guessed. I'm pretty sure I got them at the same time because I adored this art style so much. I like the way this deck is laid out. There's detailed illustrations of plants, and y'all know I love a deck with plants, as well as the name of the plant and the main theme of the card written on it. I need to use this deck more! Let me know if you guys have tips for doing oracle readings or using oracle decks more.

The Star Spinner Tarot

I was interested in this deck for its inclusivity. it's also a hopeless romantic deck in my opinion. It has a fairytale sort of art style and you can choose between four different The Lovers cards, two of which are distinctly gay. Also the two of cups are pink mermaids, what else could you possibly want?

The Avatar Arcana

This deck is based on avatar the last airbender if you couldn't tell or aren't familiar with that series. It's a fandom deck. I was such a feen for it when I found it online. I waited patiently for it for ages. I feel like the selections for what characters go with what cards, especially on the major arcana, are a little on the nose and show that this is more of a novelty deck. But hey, it's a deck themed around a show, I knew what I signed up for, y'know? Anyways I'm very happy to have it!

The Illustrated Herbiary Oracle

This deck is going here because I wanted to show all the decks in my collection. It was a gift and even though I don't wanna be ungrateful, I'm hard to buy gifts for, and picky about my decks. I usually like decks based on plants (and have several in my wishlist) but this one just isn't my favorite if I'm being honest. I think it's the borders. Either way it's in my collection, which makes it worth note, and who knows! Maybe someone else will love it or just generally be inspired to get a plant based deck.

The Dream Interpretation Oracle

The cards are unfortunately bent on this deck so there was a slight glare on a few cards, but even if they’re hadn’t been I feel like the cards here or any picture just couldn’t do this deck’s vibes justice. I got it at witchfest (which I'm so excited for this year, that's a whole different happy ramble) and I feel like it really captures the strangeness of my dreams. There are whole cards for things like shoes, or shouting. Shuffling the cards is a weird time indeed.

The Antique Anatomy Tarot

I feel like this deck is quite popular and for good reason. It’s exactly what it sounds like. It has vintage vibes, it has skulls, it has flowers, these are some of my favorite things to draw so of course they are some of my favorite artistic themes in a deck. I have multiple decks on my wishlist that are just based on skeletons or plants. I love how this deck combines the two. I also like how on the elixirs, the labels on the bottles relate to the card's meaning. Additionally the jumbling of body parts in a lot of the coins suit, particularly the four of coins shown is also an aspect I like. It just looks neat to me.

The Fyodor Pavlov Tarot

This is by far my favorite deck so this section will be so so long and I'm not sorry! This is double special interest material. I'm t4t and deserve to gush about my representation damn it. So I’ve been trying to stick to 6 cards max with maybe the back of the card's pattern or box shown for these pictures, however this deck is my favorite and just too good to contain with such restrictions. I worked so hard to get this deck. I saw The Lovers card online and fell in love. The card's artwork is t4t and I'm SO t4t and so in love with just The Lovers card as an art piece in general. Anyways after I found just that card somewhere online I said a prayer that a full deck by the artist existed, and went on the hunt for it. I found it. I originally found the kickstarter, which had stopped, and after some digging found out the artist had moved the sales to Etsy. The artist was packaging small batches all on his own. I tried to get it twice off Etsy and both times it sold out immediately. The deck has now had an official release and is a lot easier to get. I preordered that newer version and waited months and months for my beloved and it was by FAR so worth it.

I love that this deck is Rider Waite based but inclusive to various experiences. This includes the minority representation, but also details like how the queen of cups is pregnant. Maybe I don't look at a lot of decks but I feel like I don't see that very often and I think details like that are cool. As you'd probably expect, the artist is queer and trans and I love that and supporting them and that kind of artwork. He's also a tattoo artist and I feel like that shows in his work. I love artwork with ink, but I'm biased, because my artwork is usually ink based. Also I already put too many cards in the picture so they're not there but shoutout to Strength and The Hermit in this deck for being women.

Basically I love this deck more than I can put into words!

The Tarot of Pagan Cats

The newest addition to my collection! This is a mini deck that makes me want about ten million more cat themed decks. When I decided to take the pictures myself for this post I added some other cards. Originally I was just gonna have The Tower though. I feel like it tells you everything you need to know. This deck is adorable and charming. The Fool makes me laugh as well as The Tower and Strength. The Lovers, as well as the two and ten of cups are just precious. The design for Death is perfect. Fuzzy, and somehow still comes across as stern. I want more cat decks!!!

(Also side note down here real quick for that one person, someone asked if I could go over how the decks personalities differ from each other but I found I was very bad at putting that into words especially in this post so that will have to be something I talk about elsewhere if I do!)

This post was about gushing and the vibes but if you guys want beginner deck recommendations, help finding a deck that fits your niche, or for me to show off my wishlist in a similar style, just ask!

Thanks for letting me gush and reading the whole post. I had such a fun time making it ❤️

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mxdmagic · 2 years

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enbyleighlines · 6 months

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Family, Found (prt 1)

An informal drabble for my modern with magic Witchfest AU about Soren and Micaiah's childhood

(In this AU, Soren and Micaiah are both fostered by Stefan. Also, the Branded can shift into something in-between a laguz's human form and beast/bird/dragon form, but they only shift when experiencing strong emotions, and they have a hard time controlling the transformations.)

Drabble under the cut:

This wasn't the direction Stefan thought his life would take.

Though, to be fair, he never was one for planning for the future. Rather, he coasted through his life like tumbleweed, allowing the circumstances of an uncaring universe to blow him where it may. What was the point of putting down roots in any one place? He knew it would never last. Fate was a fickle mistress, bestowing misfortune on him whenever it pleased her.

Such was the cards he was dealt, cursed for the illicit love affair that begot his bloodline.

Like many of his kind, he never knew his parents. They abandoned him, left him for dead, when he was only an infant. Except, instead of dying, Stefan was found, brought in from the chill of the winter night, to the lukewarm care of the foster system.

But that was the past. Upon turning eighteen, Stefan resolved to forget about it all, to move on and never look back. He cut ties with everyone he had known. His hope was to become untraceable.

The universe never did care about what he wanted.

A man by the name of Sardo reached out to him, one of Stefan's former foster fathers. Stefan remembered him to be cruel, authoritarian, and deathly afraid that Stefan's identity as a Branded would be revealed. Sardo feared the judgment he might receive for agreeing to foster a half-breed.

Over the phone, he apologized to Stefan. His words were awkward and stilted, yet they seemed sincere.

Against his better judgment, Stefan heard the man out.

A new child had recently been placed in Sardo's care. She was bright, inquisitive, and uncannily perceptive for her young age. The details of her short life before entering the foster system were bizarre, to say the very least.

Previously, she had been in the care of a elderly woman named Prisca Clark. The two lived alone in a modest house in a small town called Salvation, located in the southern plains of the Salmo region. Ms. Clark was well loved in the tight-knit, religious community of Salvation. Though she had not lived there long, she was a gracious neighbor, attending services every Sunday, and frequently sharing vegetables from her garden with the members of the church. Her granddaughter was similarly adored and doted upon.

But then Ms. Clark died, and things got weird.

There was no record of Prisca Clark to be found anywhere. All the legal documents she possessed had been forged. The true identity of the girl — as well as her true relation to Ms. Clark — was unknown.

It caused a huge scandal. The local newspapers were speculating that Ms. Clark had kidnapped the little girl.

Sardo had a different theory. It didn't take him long to discover the strange mark on the girl's right hand, to realize what it meant. Like Stefan, the girl was Branded.

Her name, according to the forged birth certificate, was Micaiah.

At first, Sardo only wanted advice. He regretted how he treated Stefan, and he wanted to do better with Micaiah. Yet somehow, through no will of his own, Stefan wound up taking her in instead.

It was a poor decision. Stefan didn't know how to be a father. Yet Micaiah was a strangely low-maintenance child. Independent, patient, and seemingly wise beyond her years, she required almost no effort to look after.

Her true age was a mystery. According to the falsified documents, Micaiah was born on October 7th, and she was five years old. Stefan didn't know how accurate that was, but knowing that her aging would slow in adolescence, he decided to play it safe and claim she was four, waiting a year before enrolling her in kindergarten.

At first, Stefan worried that Micaiah might have trouble. She was an eerily calm child, so much so that she rarely shifted. Still, Stefan spent the summer coaching her to count her breaths whenever she started to lose control of her emotions.

It was a simple but effective tactic that had saved Stefan's hide many times in his childhood.

In the end, Stefan had nothing to fear. Micaiah continued to be a miracle child, making friends with the other kids and delighting the teachers with her inquisitive mind and good behavior. Many times, Stefan was commended for his role in raising such a well-mannered daughter.

Stefan accepted the praise, even though he knew that he didn't deserve it.

For two months, Stefan's life was surprisingly... pleasant. He prepared lunch for Micaiah in the mornings, took her to school, worked part-time at a deli, chatted with the other parents on the playground, and did other such mundane things. It felt like he was stuck in some strange suburban dream.

Then November came, and with it, another phone call that would drastically alter the course of Stefan's fate.

His name was Soren. At least, that was the name he was given.

They found him in a public park in Sienne, eating leftover picnic food from the garbage cans, and sleeping in the roots of the giant redwood trees.

The locals thought he was some unknown species of imp or gremlin, because they only ever caught glimpses of him in his shifted form.

It took weeks for him to be captured. They said he fought like an animal, lashing out at his rescuers with inhuman claws and a long, spiked tail. It was only once they subdued him that they discovered that he was no arcane beast, but a Branded child, who seemed to share blood with the rare black dragons of Goldoa.

Stefan agreed to take the boy under his care, and was glad when the truth of Soren's identity never made the newspapers.

It was for the best. Soren was the first known case of a Branded with dragon blood, and Stefan knew the poor, unlucky child would never know peace if the public learned of his existence.

Taking care of Micaiah did nothing to prepare Stefan for raising Soren. The boy was positively feral. He couldn't speak, didn't trust anyone, and was constantly shifting in and out of his draconic form. Between the horns upon his head, the webbed wings sprouting from his back, the claws, the fangs, and the patches of ebony black scales littered across his skin, Stefan couldn't blame the folks of Sienne for mistaking Soren for a demon.

Determining Soren's age was tricky. He was incredibly malnourished, so the pediatrician suspected that he was small for his age, but determined him to be about eight.

Micaiah was immediately fixated on her new foster brother, repeatedly trying to befriend him despite all of his hissing and defensive posturing. Stefan kept close watch over all of their interactions, afraid that Soren might actually hurt Micaiah. However, she remained respectful of his need for space, and slowly, day by day, she closed the distance between them.

It was impressive. Stefan knew Micaiah had a pacifying effect over others — he had sometimes even felt it for himself — but he was still amazed to see her work her magic on Soren.

In time, Soren was able to remain in his human form for most of the day, and no longer lashed out like a frightened stray.

Even then, though, Soren remained an aloof child. The next couple of years were spent teaching him to read, to speak, to behave like a civilized member of society. Soren proved to be a quick study. Despite his tragic beginnings, he was a clever boy, eager to learn, with a seemingly flawless memory.

However, when it came to behaving like a child, Soren was less enthusiastic about his lessons.

Stefan frequently took him to the park or down to the beach with Micaiah, but Soren refused to interact with the other kids, or even run around and play. He much preferred to kneel in the grass and look for insects.

He didn't immediately enroll Soren in public school, though. His ability to keep himself from shifting into his draconic form was improving, but far from perfect. Unlike Micaiah, who was frequently calm and content, Soren struggled with bouts of anxiety, which often resulted in an ill-timed transformation.

Stefan had learned to recognize the signs before it happened, but he couldn't do that if Soren started going to school.

So Stefan figured out how to home school Soren.

His days were no longer quite as easy. Soren was healing from some serious trauma, and Stefan was not qualified to help him. Of course, he wasn't working alone. Soren had a case worker, a speech-language pathologist, and a therapist, and Stefan relied on their expertise and support, but still, he felt like he was in way over his head.

And yet, Stefan persisted.

However, he eventually grew restless. Stefan wasn't used to staying in one place for so long. The need to travel became an unbearable itch, and soon Stefan spent nearly all of his free time thinking about all the places in the world he had yet to visit.

So he was grateful for the third call.

There was a Branded teenager in foster care in Nevassa named Petrine, Stefan was told, and they were struggling to find a suitable home for her. Petrine had a nasty temper, and kept shifting in order to intimidate her foster families into letting her do as she pleased. Prejudice against laguz and half-breeds were even stronger in Daein than in other beorc nations. With Petrine being unwilling to conceal her identity, it was nearly impossible to find anyone to take her.

Somehow, word had gotten around that Stefan was not only willing but happy to accept Branded children into his care. Additionally, Petrine was adamant about remaining in Daein, so Stefan was asked if he would be willing to relocate.

Perhaps all his hard work and perseverance had elevated him in the eyes of the universe.

It was with great glee that Stefan accepted.

Nevassa was nothing like any of the cities of Begnion. The climate was far harsher, with long, bitter winters, and damp, humid summers. The culture was also distinctly different. People were rougher around the edges, and less concerned with manners and traditions.

To Stefan's surprise, Micaiah thrived in Nevassa. He had worried that the change might be upset her, but in truth, she seemed to enjoy living in a larger city. She quickly made friends at her new school: Jill, Laura, and Fiona. But her closest friend was the boy that lived down the hall from their apartment, a serious-faced child who was also being fostered. His name was Sothe, and soon Sothe and Micaiah were inseparable.

The same could not be said for Soren. Stefan tentatively allowed him to try attending public school, at the behest of his new case worker.

Soren hated it. By then, on the cusp of turning 10, Soren was not only able to talk, he had a more advanced vocabulary than most adults, and he was very verbose in his scathing critiques of the public education system. Most of all, he resented that he was expected to socialize with his peers.

The long winters were also a problem for Soren. He was frequently fighting a cold or flu, and despite his hatred of public school, he hated skipping class even more. More than once, Stefan begrudgingly drove a sniffly, snotty Soren to school, only to have to pick him up an hour to two later, because he came down with a fever.

And then there was Petrine.

She was an odd addition to their unconventional little family. Petrine was fierce, proud, and prone to outbursts of anger. However, Stefan quickly came to an agreement with her. He didn't expect her to call him father or even like him, but she would respect his rules, which were only there to protect their collective safety and privacy. Additionally, Stefan allowed her a great degree of independence.

Even so, it was far from perfect. Petrine didn't care for Micaiah's multiple attempts to befriend her, and openly mocked Soren's gloomy personality and frail constitution. For that reason, Stefan encouraged Micaiah and Soren to interact with Petrine as seldom as possible.

At some point in their second year in Nevassa, Stefan bumped into Zelgius.

Truthfully, Stefan hadn't even recognized him. They were in the same foster family once, but Stefan had worked hard to purge memories of childhood from his mind. But Zelgius remembered, and once he began talking, Stefan began to remember, too.

Remembering was hard. Zelgius had been the first other Branded individual Stefan had ever met. For that reason alone, Zelgius had attempted to befriend him. But Stefan resented Zelgius.

Zelgius knew his family. He had a father, a mother, and siblings. He had memories of their names and faces. They had tried to raise him, even if in secret, not allowing his existence to be known to the outside world.

And yes, they hadn't treated him kindly, but Stefan hadn't cared about that, not back then. All he knew was that Zelgius had a family, and Stefan couldn't bear to look at him.

The jealousy had been too much for him to bear.

Stefan would have understood if Zelgius hated him for how he treated him when they were kids. He had ignored him, the same way countless others ignore their kind. But, strangely enough, Zelgius was perfectly cordial during their brief conversation.

Honestly, Stefan regretted that Zelgius wasn't openly hostile. And so, squirming with guilt, Stefan exchanged numbers with him, and promised to keep in touch.

Ridiculous. Stefan didn't keep in touch with anyone.

Or so he thought. But before long, Zelgius began coming over for dinner. Usually, they also ended up watching the game. They rarely had anything to talk about, but surprisingly, it wasn't that awkward.

Then again, Zelgius was usually distracted by Micaiah.

From their first introduction, Micaiah had latched onto Zelgius with almost religious fervor. And Zelgius, in turn, seemed to embrace his role as her newly minted uncle figure.

Perhaps it was because they were both descended from bird laguz. Stefan found it too amusing to ask questions.

And just like that, three years passed in Daein.

Micaiah continued to flourish, while Soren's immune system slowly acclimated to the environment. Petrine even eventually softened a little. But when it came time for her to graduate high school and move on to college, Stefan was more than ready for another change.

Soren and Micaiah had a collection of maps and atlases (most of them given to them by Zelgius), so this time, Stefan included them in his musings about where they would move next. Micaiah was upset at the idea, especially when she couldn't convince Zelgius to move with them, but Soren was excited by the idea of living someplace warmer.

They spent several nights scouring the pages. Many ideas were floated and discarded, until finally—

"Ohma," Soren had said, placing his finger down on a spot on a detailed map of Crimea. It wasn't phrased as a question, but as a command. And when he looked at Stefan, his face was the most expressive he'd seen in years.

Ohma. It sounded vaguely familiar.

Then Stefan remembered.

Back when Soren first began to speak about his past as a feral park child, he mentioned that a boy had saved his life.

With his sharp memory, Soren was able to recall an impressive wealth of details. The boy's hair had been indigo, with a slight sunburn on his nose, and the skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He offered his sandwich to Soren, and introduced himself as Ike.

Ike, from the city of Ohma.

It looked like a small town, but even so, Stefan thought it was unlikely that they would bump into Ike. He opened his mouth to tell Soren just that.

But he couldn't.

Soren looked so serious in that moment, like he was willing to fight Stefan if he didn't agree.

And so, with a sigh of resignation, Stefan nodded.

"Ohma, it is."

(Aaaaand, that's it! I may write a part 2 at some point. I just was suddenly griped by the desire to explore Soren and Micaiah's past in this au, and I wanted to get my thoughts down before I lost the motivation. I really like the idea of the various Branded characters of Tellius all knowing each other. Thinking about how they might interact is really fun, and I hope at least one person indulges me by reading this)

#tellius #witchfest au #fe soren #fe micaiah #fe stefan

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prairiefirewitch · 2 years

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Austin Witchfest and Sherwood Forest Faire both open March 4th and we’ll be at both. Come say hello!

#sherwood forest faire #Austin Witchfest #witchcrafted

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paleclementine · 11 months

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Happy Halloween! It feels like October 2nd was just yesterday. This month went by crazy fast. Today I am dressed up as Joe from Bladerunner 2049, which basically is just a long black coat, brown pants, boots, and that bandage he wears during the "you look lonely, I can fix that" scene. I really like it. Idk it makes me feel sooo like, cool. Like my internal is now external. I really do feel like that movie and it's nice to listen to that kind of music and walk around with a "bloody" bandage on my nose and have my coat flare out behind me in the creeping winter cold.

I didn't manage to write my Shakespeare essay but that's okay because he extended the deadline. For some fuckin reason. I have to get that done by Thursday. So I'm not doing it today, and probably not tomorrow. Most likely the day of. Because that's how I roll. Oh and I;m in British writers class (obviously) HOLY FUCK how many fucking times can the people in my class reference Jane Eyre in one day?? it's literally not in the curriculum people are just teacher's pets. and freaks. Um anyway, I lost my train of thought lmao. But on another note As I was walking through campus I noticed literally NO ONE was dressed up until you got closer to the English building. lmao. Someone as their OC (probably), someone as Kobeni, someone as scarlet witch. And a really ugly guy in my class dressed as Dazai who looks more like an extreeeemely hungover and ugly version of him. Very sloppy. Do not approve.

I posted a new chapter of my fanfic which yayyy but I haven't gotten as many projected hits as I thought or a single comment which is odd because there's always one user who comments very enthusiastically. Eh, whatever. People have shit going on. ANd no one is going to be reading fanfic near Halloween. Other than me, of course, bc I am reading a longfic about Avatar bc Anthony got me back into it.

So anyway. This weekend. Me and Anthony went to SLC and stayed at Amy's. We ate ramen and hung out at Amy's house Thursday. It was really pleasant :) Friday we... uhhh I don't think we did much until we went to the FNAF movie. I could write a whole dissertation about how much I hated that movie, but all that to say, it was a huge let down. And no Markiplier! Sat we hung out with Amy and went to "witchfest" which was really fun and more like a farmer's market than a hallloweeen festival but still fun. Sorry for typos I'm being quiet. After that we got hotpot which was BUSSS. I'm getting better at talking to Amy but I'm not sure why. Sunday we literally did nothing but watch IT and eat In N Out. We got burritos and left yesterday.

Yesterday. Oh boy, yesterday. I walked into my apartment to go into my room and got stopped at the door by Priya, who gave me that -kayla-english-madeline-hubbart STARE and said

"HAnnah! We haven't seen you in so long!" "oh! I've been gone all weekend. HAhaha. For halloweekend. Hhaha." "ohhhh did you go to the parties down there?" "*scoffs for some reason* no, haha, not at all." "You should hang out sometime!" "okay :)" "no seriously, you should hangout sometime." "I want to!" "Okay!" "Okay!" which, okay, I can see what you're thinking. Hannah, she was being so nice and inviting you to hang out with them! You don't know how girls work. She said it like a threat, or at least it felt like one.

Anyway, I go into my room, tidy it a little, check to see if I can do my laundry (for the first fucking time in three weeks. It''s full). Take out my room trash. Shower. All the while, hearing them in the living room. I want to document what Jimena said because I seriously think she is the least self-aware, miserable person I fucking know. "People always think I'm bisexual. But Im straight. Straight latinaaaaa! but when I'm drunk, I'll seriously make out with anyone. Even girls." like. holy fuck. How does she not realize how actually fucking (and I don't use this work lightly) RETARDED she sounds. Also, Stephen got a girlfriend (fatJay, who is not fat at all and Jimena is a cunt for calling her that) and Jimena bought mini pickles and said "hey guys! this is how big Stephen's penis is!" Yeah okay bitch who led him on and was a completely fucking mess----- okay, ranting about her is cathartic but pissing me off. So basically, they were really annoying and sang star spangled banner at the top of their lungs on a karaoke machine from Five Below and burped like Hailey does, so I pledged not to come out of my room until everyone had gone to bed. Which would have been fine.

If not for the migraine.

Always the fucking migraine. I holed myself away in actual anguish, waiting for them to go to bed, all the while watching depressive tiktoks (I redownloaded it) of landscapes with Silent Hill audios n shit. and I can't express how much I was suffering and for how long. My suffering and my migraine were what I remember most about the night, despite the details I shared about my roommates. everyone went to bed at 3am. I darted out to get some water. And my chickpeas. Anthony came over and brought my leftover burrito. I broke down in his arms. I seriously felt like i had knives on the right side of my face. He tucked me in and I fell asleep. At 5:30 am. Had a dream where someone was drilling peoples faces and realized it was my rommates with the blender and woke up 15 minutes before my alarm at 11:15. Got dressed. Blade runner. Went to class.

well, that was depressing. *zooms in camera like a millennial*

On a lighter note, today is me and Anthony's second anniversary. I have no Idea what we're going to do for that tomorrow or for Halloween today, but I really like being blade runner. It's fun. I want to make a tiktok of me in the mountains and post it later.

I'm so glad I met Anthony. I love him more than I can express. I want to write about him later. I will.

Later.

#livejournal

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