Day 22 (and 23, because this was a two day project) of Inktober for the prompt “Magic”

I immediately thought of little Harry arriving at Hogwarts for the first time, seeing its imposing shape from across the lake - and of course Hagrid would be there to reassure him.

Fluttershy & pastel rainbows

idk who needs to hear this but magick is real and the world is vast and full of wonders .⍼

rainbow tree

HOW

H-HOW??????

Hello, young one,

I see you've stumbled upon my archive, come, take a look, the text does not bite.

You may ask me of anything.

"Maybe I'm in love with you, maybe.. just maybe I am falling over a sheet of hearts. Maybe, just maybe I am falling in love so damn fast that comets can't compete.. maybe, maybe, just maybe this magic can be real."

Magic enthralls us but nothing is more enthralling than the heart - eUë

Sometimes, I think about the complexity of everything I've ever known. Like even stuff we take for granted. Computers are the obvious easy example, but I think paper is so much more boring. Standard boring 4A Paper is not just one person's masterpiece; it's a thousand masterpieces, the life's work of countless people. Sure, it's mundane, boring, and simple now. But the journey that it took to get your random piece of paper is grander, really, than any journey I've been on. It gets harvested, goes through a variety of different factories, gets packaged multiple times, occasionally in very different locations. Gets shipped, sometimes across the world, to get yet another package, and even then, it still has to be distributed. A lot of it is automated, but not everything is, and there were times when people had to do quality control on individual pieces of paper. Paper comes pre-loved, packaged, sealed, and loved. As does everything else that you have ever known. It goes beyond what's man-made, as well. If you find a random rock on the side of a road, an individual grain of sand on a beach, you've found something that has been cared for, that's been treasured. The world is lived in. We've been here for a long time, and even before us, I genuinely believe sentimentality has, in some form or another, existed. Maybe that sand was treasured before it was sand, maybe after. If a bear lives in a cave all its life, through unlikely circumstances or not, do you truly believe it feels nothing for that cave? Of course not; that cave is home. That bear doesn't want to leave, will do all in its power to stay. It treasures its home. That's why sometimes I get upset when people lament the mundanity of the world. We stand on the shoulders of giants and complain that the world looks small. The world is filled with wonder still, more so than ever before. If only you would open your eyes to it, you would see. I know it's easy to acclimate to the world, to get bored. It's safer to numb yourself to the world. They can't hurt you if you don't feel. But that's a hollow way to live. I wouldn't wish that life on my worst enemies. All the worse then that it's so common. I don't know. Maybe I'm the weird one

Was having a breakdown and talking down from it and came upon the realization that things really are magical. Science is just what we call magical things that we know about. Cooking is alchemy, music is vibrations in the air that make you feel things, the placebo effect actually fucking works. I don't personally believe in any gods or spirits or forces in the universe, but I do believe in the raw human power of belief and how everything really is magical if we choose to see it that way. Absolutely fantastic.

So much power that it can turn shit into gold and vice versa. 💀

Only catch is that it's impossible to hide the stench. 😂

that one post that was like “something lucky is going to happen in late March” and on march 31th we got the boop button so

04/20/24

On a real note, and not a poetic one; I've managed to binge the Harry Potter series all week this week. And it got me to think about myself.

There is magic in all of us. No matter the fact, it's how it presents itself to us in its own way. Some, like myself, have magic in our words to create beautiful yet tragic pieces of art, whether in writing or other forms.

Others have magic in their strength, athletes for example. They go great lengths to keep pushing the limits of their mind body and soul to continue with victory.

Some of us, like myself, can bring awareness to our sadness and have others have a glimpse into our tragedies. Whether we intend to or not, it is in fact like magic.

Most times we try to keep it hidden in the so called "muggle world" but some of us have showed our magic to others. And sometimes those results do vary. Some show appreciation, others distaste.

And that is perfectly normal.

What I am trying to get at is this. Don't dull your magic to fit in. I don't care if you get ridiculed by others or hate. You know deep down inside you that your magic deserves to be heard and seen. Despite what we were told growing up.

Regular reminder that MAGICK IS REAL

Magick is real and you can be a wizard. Don't forget that. Don't let them take it from you. Figure out what you are. •⍼

I do believe in fairies! ✨🧚‍♀️

I do! I do! I do!

🧚‍♀️🍄✨

the sound of magic aka annarasumanara has me crying every two minutes

السحر حقيقي. فقط استمع إلى دقات قلبك. إنه فن. الشعر في صوت هو أنت.

"Magic is real. Just listen to the beat of your heart. It is art. Poetry in a sound that is you."

Your life is the greatest magic of all - eUë