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It is 30 below 0 and my knuckles hurt like punches and all the cars in the parking lot have their windsheild wipers pointing upwards to keep them from freezing, like arms raised, like blackened stems, like “look, I’m trying and it aches  but here, I’m holding on anyway”. On the Lower East Side, I can hear a champagne bottle popping in the alleyway and a baby laughing to the sound of Kanye and radio static, trickling from a broken window two storeys up. This, in the air, in the breath being exhaled, brittle and chafing, is the language of survival.  It tastes metallic, like blood, like tongue to cold concrete. But it calls to us with care, folds every syllable  into its mouth so when it speaks our names,  we sound more bark than bite. I have written myself more love poems than the number of men who have ever smiled at me. I have written myself more love poems  than I can count on my fingers and my toes  and my overdue library books and my split ends. That’s okay.  Being forgotten is never as painful as no longer remembering the way it feels to wake up  and be, be, be. I have written myself more love poems  than times I have cried and less love poems  than the times I have survived and that’s okay.

If at First You Don’t Try, Succeed and Succeed Again | Ramna Safeer (via inkywings)

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oh yeah i’m a reaper man. every good thing, i kill it dead. 

(insp.)

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Subject: Potions

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True magic is neither black, nor white - it’s both because nature is both. Loving and cruel, all at the same time. The only good or bad is in the heart of the witch. Life keeps a balance on its own.

The Craft (1996)

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welcome to hell. 

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i glow the way unwanted things do, a neon sign that reads; come, i still taste like someone else’s mouth.

Warsan Shire (via fellinlovewithmelancholy)

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i. i called you holy and you laughed it back into my mouth. i called you holy and you hid your halo behind your back, plucked the feathers from your shoulders as i took my communion in the soft skin of your thighs - you, my holy water. you, my cherry wine. you, my altar. ii. i called you angel and kissed prayers up your spine. i called you angel and recited a litany in the cradle of your hips, mapped my hands across your body in some rough approximation of worship, of devotion - you, the seraphim. you, the fallen. iii. i tried to write you a poem, but my pen was full of hymns.

modern rituals | m.c.p (via secrethistorys)

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You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

 Richard Siken (via feellng)

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the sky’s always so pretty

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Mother to us all

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Like a ‘LAIKA’

Cameron Stewart style lol

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All that pain, and misery, and loneliness…and it just made him kind.

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In a post-apocalyptic world, WE WILL SURVIVE

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Ask a spider: a witchy treat for not killing a spider

This is a simple spell. All you need is a glass jar and a spider who you have just found invading your house space.

Most people run to their shoe closet, but saving these critters isn’t just good for conscious and the environment.

It gives you a free question.

As with anything that gives you a free wish or question: choose yours with care.

This question HAS to involve one of these things. Magic, creativity or intuition. This is not a wish so you can’t ask for more magic powers, but you can ask how to get said powers. You can also ask what project to do next or how to make am intuitive decision that has been plaguing you recently.

Now mind you, this spider MUST be an invader in your home. You can’t just snag a spider from outside, toss it in your house and expect a question of them. That terribly rude and honestly hope there is bad juju for that kind of nonesense.

When you find said uninvited guest carefully slip her into a save container (Mason jars are perfect for this). While you get your shoes on think of the question.

Then, as you are taking the spider outside to a safe place (foliage is best) mentally or audibly explain to the spider that she was an invader of your personal space and you had all rights to kill her (she would understand because that’s how she lives her life). But instead you are doing her a favor by rescuing her from your space.

While you’re in the act of releasing her ask your question, mentally or audibly.

Your answer will appear within 1 to 6 days so keep your eyes open.

I got this spell ‘Magical Housekeeping’ by Tess Whitehurst, an awesome book for those who need a little spark in cleaning up thier house.

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Ex Machina (2015) dir. Alex Garland

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I’m glad he’s gone, Shepard. I’m sorry if that sounds cold.

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