Under the moonlight, light the magenta candle. Magenta will hasten your
path to success. Set your goal firmly in your mind and then write it out
simply on the paper.
Read your goal out loud four times, facing north,
south, east, and west. Face north and say: my heart is pure, my soul is
clean. My focus is now, this goal that’s near. Success will be mine, I
call upon the moon, it’s my time to shine! Repeat this three times.
the paper in the candle’s flame and spread the ashes to the wind. You
are now imbued with strength, power, focus, and ability so that you may
accomplish your goal in an orderly manner
2) Frida Kahlo said to take a lover who looks at you like you are magic. To be fair, witchcraft is a type of magic. You always saw me as something unholy, like my heart was an open flame and my hair might wind around your neck like a noose. You were terrified to love me. I was terrified that you would stop.
3) You get nauseous at the sight of blood
4) My love letters always turn into suicide notes
5) When you hold me, your hands shake
REASONS TO STAY
1) You kiss like you’re telling a story and I’m not ready for it to end. I’ll go back to chapter one if I have to. I’ll even read the copyright page.
2) Frida Kahlo said a lot of other things, too. You quote her to me all the time. Your favorite is, “I love you more than my own skin.”
I wonder if our first kiss will melt our lips together like chocolate that’s been left inside of a car in the middle of summer, I wonder if you’d even like kissing me. We’re still a tiny flame waiting for the wind, we’re still on fire from within, some thoughts begin with you, but I’ve been trying to see the ending. I can’t explain you, you’re still a mystery. I do know one thing though, I just can’t wait to find out if your lips are as sweet as they look, maybe they’ll feel like cotton candy stickiness after a couple of tries, maybe you’ll be feeding my sweet tooth. I wonder if all of this wondering is for nothing, regardless. I’m excited. There’s still more flaws about me, you’ll find out one day. Until then? Let’s see if those lips really taste like chocolate, let’s see if our souls are really on fire. I’ve only been passionate with a few people in this life of mine, you’re one of them. So, let’s melt away into a cup of coffee, a cup of tea, a tiny book of you and I, and if those things don’t last, well fuck. At least we found out if your lips could be sold at the candy store. Hell, I’m already rotten with the thought of you, the lips are just a bonus.
Each person shines with his or her own light. No two flames are alike. There are big flames and little flames, flames of every color. Some people’s flames are so still they don’t even flicker in the wind, while others have wild flames that fill the air with sparks. Some foolish flames neither burn nor shed light, but others blaze with life so fiercely that you can’t look at them without blinking, and if you approach you shine in the fire.
A spell for that persistent ex that won’t leave you alone
Things you will need
A black candle
Agrimony, Bay, or Camphor ( camphor is preferred. )
A picture of them/their full name
Write this sigil before you start.
“Ex Partners Cannot Bother Me Anymore.”
I also suggest that you do this under the waning crescent moon.
Light the candle.
Crush up/muddle the herb/herbs listed.
(if you have a picture) stick the needle in their mouth or throat to stop them from speaking to you.
Burn the picture/name of your ex.
Chant/Sing/Say “You are out of my life forever, our story has ended, there is no rekindling this flame so blow away from me like a leaf in the wind. I command you to leave me alone.” as many times as you feel.
Burn the herbs.
Burn the sigil to release its effect.
Blow out the candle.
Collect the ashes and put it with the salt and scatter it to the wind/scatter them yourself.
She shouldn’t find it so amusing, but really, watching an amputee climb up the side of her house into her window was funny.
“Stop laughing,” Hiccup said harshly, gripping unto a vine as he scrambled for footing, “This isn’t funny. I’m trying to be romantic.”
Astrid snorted. “No, you’re being stupid. My parents are perfectly fine with you coming through the front door.”
“But there’s no bravado!”
“You’re being stupid.”
“Bravado!” He yelped when his foot slip. “Oh my gods, I’m gonna die.”
“If you fall from there, sweetheart, it’s only a seven-foot drop.” Astrid rolled her eyes. “You’ve gone through losing a leg. Relax.”
“Yeah, sure, it’s not like I need my other leg anyway.”
Astrid chuckled and her eyes were drawn to the shed at the side of the house, where her dad kept all his tools. “Psst, Hiccup.” She pointed to the shed roof. “Go over there?”
Hiccup glanced briefly. “Your shed?”
“Yeah, meet you there.” She shimmied out her open window and scaled the side of her house like a pro, gently landing on the roof of the shed. Ten minutes later, Hiccup managed to haul himself up.
“Oh my gods,” Hiccup wheezed, patting his pockets for his inhaler. Astrid helped him out, and fished the thing out of his back pocket. After a few pumps, his breathing started to normalize. “Oh my gods.”
“Don’t do that again,” Astrid said flatly, handing him back the inhaler.
“What – yeah – no,” Hiccup managed, out of breath.
Astrid stared at him, at his dark hair and heaving chest, his favorite jacket and his green eyes. The near-crushed flowers in his left hand, She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “But the effort was appreciated. Thanks.” After a pause – filled by his heavy breathing – she said, “So. Do you wanna… make out? Or something?”
Hiccup took several more deep breaths before weakly raising his hand. “I’ll kiss you when I stop feeling like I’m going to die.”
“Phresine, the queen’s senior attendant, watched them from behind the throne as her queen danced like a flame in the wind, and the mercurial king like the weight at the center of the earth.”
My current new favorite line in the book.
That whole dance was a thing of beauty. I loved that he stole all her hair hairpins in the middle of all those spins. And you know?.. *stares off into distance* I think I would actually sell my soul to see that dance on a screen.
Also I gotta say, I love how she keeps in all seriousness offering to flay the people that insult him. And that she would too.
The Attolian court is so lucky that Eugenides is their new king and they don’t even know it. Or appreciate it.
I can’t wait to see when they all start realizing all their many many many mistakes. One of which being that they think their Queen despises her new husband. Another being that they think that Eugenides is a harmless idiot.
Those poor poor Attolians.
(also still love the subtle influence of the Eddisian gods in those coin tosses that Gen was absolutely trying to get to land on heads).