why is it speaking spanish? what are you selling? what is this hellish pikabot

Any other quiet girls gotta deal with this stigma?

still recovering from this near death experience i had last week /j

actually this is the best possible character dynamic

ALT

to everyone who answers “puss in boots”

Spells are not simple.

Here's a real tip for all you baby witches out there, diving into spellwork before anything else: Spells aren't as simple as going through the motions, and a spell probably won't work if you don't understand how to use your Will.

This is what I've been taught by my mentor who has been a witch for 25 years. You have to set your intentions and use your Will to match. What is your Will and how is it different from your Intention? This post may get long, but it's important and I haven't seen any others cover this, so please don't give up half way through!

Basically, it's like this:

The intention part is easy. You figure out your goal, pick a spell or create a spell that uses ingredients or actions that match your intent, and then you perform it. This is what most of Tumblr will teach you how to do. While working with simply your intent can sometimes work, it's more like a coin toss because you're not actually making your spellwork as powerful as it could be.

But your Will, as I've been taught, is the most important part of any magick and is the most often overlooked. You can make magick with nothing but your intent and your Will together. Did you know that? What is your Will? It's the power you put behind your intent. Your Will is your Power.

That's right, baby witches. You have to learn how to tap in to the power around you as well as the power within yourself. This is why spells are never as simple as you think; if you can't add your Will to a spell, it will never be as powerful as you want it to be. This concept can prove difficult, so I'll try to break it down as simply as I can.

Your Will comes from the energy within you, but you can also tap into the energy around you to add to that power. This means that to find your Will you have to first learn how to:

This is the basis for finding and understanding magick. Magick is all about energy, and the sooner you learn how to do these things, the sooner you'll start to realize your power as a witch. And this is why I say that spells are not as simple as Tumblr makes them; at least, they shouldn't be.

When you're performing a spell, you should be raising energy and infusing that energy with your intent. You could be adding energy to your ingredients, or simply raising it and holding it, to be released into the world when the spell is finished. That's your Will; the energy you add to your working. The stronger the energy, the stronger the spell.

A simple way to put it: Intent + Will = Power

So please do yourself a favor. Research energy. Find it, figure it out, feel it within you. Take your time to truly understand that power so you can properly perform powerful spellwork.

Learning all of this can take time and that is fine. If you take your time to work on this, you will be grateful for it in the long run. Feeling the energy that surrounds you and that comes from within you is such a beautiful thing, I promise. Energy is wonderful.

kim kardashian means nothing to me but seeing the way ppl react to her ex publicly harassing, emotionally abusing and humiliating her puts such a bad taste in my mouth. it just sends such a weird message to be laughing and joking ab a kind of situation that has found many women literally murdered 

don’t be mistaken, this woman is in serious danger. if kanye decides to take action, the media will back him because “she kept him from his kids.” i may not be a fan of kim, but i want her safe and y’all in his comments defending him are hyping him up to potentially commit an atrocity.

sorry to sound like a 56 year old but online internet culture has completely eroded the concept of personal boundaries and it's evil evil evil

i recently got called a faggot to my face unprompted by someone who was, i'm sure, attempting to be fun and cute and thought that they could do that because we were "friends" and because i had referred to myself as a fag in passing at one point. but at no point did i ever say it was okay for them to call me that, and even if i had, i'm sorry to sound lame but i don't think you should unprompted call your friends slurs without at least warning for it. lmao.

if this had happened in real life, i would have fucking slapped them, and if it had happened in a public space, so many people would have been like 'hey what the fuck'.

online culture has completely and i mean completely destroyed peoples ideas of boundaries and crossing them. people are soooo on board with doing the most fucking insane and invasive shit because the internet gives a false sense of security and closeness. people are so convinced that the things they say and do on The Web aren't real or impactful and will never have consequences. it's literally ruining people's abilities to both set/enforce boundaries and to respect them. i hate it i hate it so much i want to go live in the woods forever

this post, like all my posts, is not for terfs or radfems. fuck off.

my friend was talking about slurs and he had the AUDACITY to say that the term “beaner” was acceptable for him to say because “mexican people are less oppressed than arab people.”

TO MY FACE

just because your group are more oppressed than another group of people, in your opinion, it doesn’t give you the rights to their slurs.

tldr; DO NOT SAY SLURS UNLESS YOU BELONG TO THE GROUP OF PEOPLE THEY BELONG TO!

please, for fuck’s sake, raise the eligibility age to 18 in every single sport. there is literally no need for kids to be olympians anyway.

I can’t think of a single good reason for literal 14 year olds to be competing as ‘seniors’ in their sports, but I can think of plenty of good reasons for the age to be raised to 18 for all sports.

especially with the doping accusation for that 15 year old russian figure skater. she’s FIFTEEN! whether it was her own choice or her coach’s she never should have been exposed to an environment that could put her in that position...

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

i've made friends with one of my tutoring clients (because we're adults and she's actually like 12 years older than me, and also my services are free so there's no weird power imbalance) and one time i went over to her house and we were just chatting and her one kid came in and just like. grabbed my arm without saying anything and flipped it up and down and looked me dead in the eye and said "you're white" and i was yeah dude i sure i am. and then me and this kid started talking about pokémon while my friend/his mom was like freaking out because she thought he was rude even though i thought it was a cute/curious observation he made because most of his parent's friends are also syrian like them. anyways i'm going over there again tonight and when i was on the phone with my friend, her kid burst into the conversation and was like "mom you can't make nate arabic food!! he's white!! that's not allowed!!" and anyways i'm apparently about to blow this kid's mind tonight when i eat some kousa mahshi.

Soy

i am fluent in spanish and didn’t get it at first either 😅

this photo emits a very mixed energy from it

Me

a gallon of milk but with this kind of cap:

quick suggestion

merry christmas eve to this post only

Never forget the reason for the season

Merry Christmas everyone

go to the unsent project archive and reblog this with your favourite message under your name (or someone else's) in the tags

I thought that only the bag of chips was knitted so I was like lmaoo fucking idiot bird got owned then I saw that the bird was knitted as well then I realized I was the fucking idiot bird getting owned

i thought the exact same thing aha