the real problem with necromancy is all of these necromancers are pursuing immortality instead of dying so all the good necromancer names are taken for like centuries at a time. the other day i met a guy who called himself skull james

ah yes they call me “No Queue” Jones because I post everything I reblog at once with no breaks in between and then vanish into the night for extended periods of inactivity

Don’t look at things you know will make you angry. Don’t read the comment sections. Don’t look at the blogs of people who add dumb comments to posts to confirm that they’re dumb all the time. Don’t read old conversations you had with people you don’t talk to anymore. Go look at pictures of kittens or something instead. Protect yourself from negativity in every way you can.

I love seeing people’s passion for their deities

I love seeing people’s eyes light up when their deities come up in conversation

I LOVE SEEING PEOPLE LOVING THEIR DEITIES 💞

I love the old timey phrase "you forget yourself". bro that was so impolite like do you even know who you are rn

Find a way to make your space cozy. To feel more at home at home. Buy some string lights, a fuzzy blanket, a bedtime lamp that changes colors. Make yourself a cappuccino in the morning in a cozy spot. Do a face mask, put on your favourite slippers. You don't even have to soend money: Rearrange your furniture, put your favourite hoodie and your pillow into the dryer for 5 minutes, change your bedding. There is so much comfort to be found at home.

happy new may's eve ! manifesting tender sunlight and birdsongs and mornings where rising and walking into the world feels natural and easy like a bird clapping its wings and evenings where the chilly wind reminds me of all the warmth i've known in my life and teaches me again and again how to be grateful for it

Franz Stassen- The Norns, 1917.

Black forests inhabit her; midnight, moonlight, dreams.

Me when I add literally anything to my altar:

All the love in my chest cries out

— David Cronenberg, Consumed

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

love hides in questions, you cannot ask a thing without giving yourself away. how was your day? (i hope it was good) when can i see you again? (i pray it's soon) do you feel safe with me? (i feel safe with you) what is your favorite color? (i wish to enrobe you in all that makes you smile)

oh fuck this is a really good hill i gotta die on this

Ada Limón, from "To the Busted Among Us", Sharks in the Rivers