expiriance

Mom Adopts a “Dog”

So y’all keep blowing up my notes with the various Family Lore stories I’ve been telling, so I guess I should tell one on my parents now.

My Mother’s Father was part of the United Auto Worker’s Union, and during the 50′s and 60′s, was on strike a lot. My point is, grandpa got himself an entirely deserved reputation for being a sucker who loved animals, so people would dump thier pets on him. Hence, my mother grew up in a house with pets such as Picket the one-eyed tomcat, Tweety the Bald canary, Dummy the cat, Stupid Son of Dummy, Spooky Garbage Dog and Chiquita the Tarantula.  Eventually Grandma put her foot down when Grandpa brought home Gerta the Saint Bernard.

I say all this because it provides some context for how the following occured.

Mom and Dad had just moved in together (my parents dated for six years and were engaged for 13 days, driving everyone on both sides insane), and unfortunately, My mother’s German Shepherd, Cops, has just passed away due to bone cancer.  After mourning for a bit, Mom and Dad decided to get a dog together, as a couple.  

For context, my father had never owned a dog in his life.  His mother had ‘Pretty Bird” the budgie as a child but parrots are alien life forms, not pets.

So they go to the Palo Alto Animal shelter to adopt.  The year was 1987, and at the time, Palo Alto was… not a great place.  Lots of drugs, gangs and poor civic managment.  Mom told me that she learned to identify different types of gunfire while living there. They get there, and mom explains that she’s always had a preference for Big Dogs, and the guy’s face lights up.  Oh Yes, he says, We have a Big Dog.  For expirienced owners, yep, adoptable today, here we’ll give you a discount even-

Somehow my parents were not suspicious about this.

They were shown to the Animal in question, a Gorgeous blue-sable beastie with pretty golden eyes who immediately pressed herself against the fence and gave them the best PUH-LEEEEEEASE TAKE ME HOME puppy eyes 100lbs of canine can do.  Mom and Dad fall in love instantly.  They sign all the paperwork and take her home for $10, and name her “Mazel” as in “Mazel Tov.”

Within the hour, it becomes clear that something is amiss.

Cops had lived with his kibble stored in a plastic garbage can in the garage for six years without incident.  Mazel figured out how to open doors and got the locking lid off the can in six minutes, horking down about four pounds of the stuff before my mother notices that it’s been weirdly quiet.  Most dogs bark at or chase squirrels.  Mazel stalked and caught one the second day, presenting it to my mother like an offering.  Mazel knew all her commands but would clearly stop to consider before obeying, and trained my dad to give her good treats within a week.  The locks on the side-yard gate were undone, and she took a stroll around the neighborhood, but always retuned home for dinner.

After a week of gradually realizing that Mazel was smarter than most of the professors my mom worked with, they took her to the Vet for a routine checkup.

Dr. Hamada walked into the exam room, dropped the clip-board and said “Where the HELL did you get a Wolf?”

After a bit of prodding and a very-angry-dr.hamada-calling-the-pound, they determined Mazel was a high-content hybrid, probably with a husky, but was going to be a lil shit her entire life.  OK, said Hamada, I don’t like destroying animals and you’ve got a lot of expirience with dogs, so I’m okay with letting you keep her, but you should keep her away from small children because her Prey Drive could kick in.

Two years later, mom got pregnant with me.

Mazel noticed instantly, and reacted by digging a large hole in the yard and catching even more squirrels for mom, because she needed the protein or something.  That what you do when the Alpha Bitch is preggers, right?  Dig a den and ply her with food?  On the advice of my grandmother, my mom stayed overnight at the hospital once I was delivered, and dad went home with a shirt that had moms and my scent on it.  Mazel spent the whole night puzzling over it.

The next morning, when mom came home with me, there was the sudden and instantaneous recognition of PUPPY!!!!!! :D:D:D!!!!! PUUUUUUUPPY!!!!!!  and Mazel turned into the most aggressively maternal being I’ve ever met.  Playing with me on the blanket, sitting under my chair at meals (I was a messy eater), sleeping under my crib, teaching me to walk by letting me hang onto her fur and shuffle around.

Dr. Hamada thought mom was a madwoman, until he saw me holding Mazel’s mouth open and sticking my face in so i could look at her teeth.  He gave up when my mom announced she was pregnant with my sister.

I’m making living with a Wolfdog sound awesome, but it did come with some drawbacks:

  • Mazel did have to be muzzled at the vets, because she had Opinions about having things stuck up her butt.
  • HAIR.  One of my chores growing up was to brush her out every week and I’d frequently end up with more hair than animal.
  • the only way we could reliably get her to stay in the yard was with an overhead tether with a STEEL cable, which she chewed through anyway.
  • Do you like waking up by being hit in the face with half a dead animal? No? Wolfdogs may not be for you.
  • More than capable of opening the fridge and eating everything if you’re not watching
  • Will get into everything if not otherwise occupied.  Including eating your tax forms.
  • Howls along with sirens at 4 AM.

PROS of growing up with a wolfdog, as a small child in the 90′s

  • I was afforded a degree of freedom normally associated with a pokemon trianer. It was no big deal for me and my sister to walk three miles through my not-really-good neighborhood to the Froyo if I took Mazel with us. People tended to leave us alone when we had 100lbs of overprotective Apex Predator following us around.
  • WINNING at Pet Day at school.  There wasn’t actually a compettion but Billy’s hamster sucks in comparison to an animal that is perfectly willing to demonstrate how she can snap an oak branch in half on command.
  • PTA moms losing their shit because Mazel would walk down the block by herself to come pick ups up from school.
  • Grew up associating the word “Bitch” with teeth and the willingness to rip an asshole’s face off for being rude.  Never changed the definition.
  • Learned the I-Own-This Strut and Murder-Stare from the absolute best.

When she was 17, Mom and Dad decided to add another room on to the house.  They rigged up the overhead tether so she could be outside but not underfoot for the contruction guys.  One morning, mom came out to notice them all milling in the side yard entrance, muttering worriedly.  When mom asked what was wrong, one of them explained that Carlos forgot to bring the Hamburger.  What do you need a hamburger for?  Asked mom, and they pointed down the side yard to where Mazel was sitting, doing her best Viscious Alpha Bitch Stare.

Apparently they’d never realized that she was on the VERY end of her tether there and couldn’t actually get to them, and had been scamming them for a big mac a day for a month.  Mom had my six-year-old sister pull her away to show she wasn’t dangerous and tired her best not to laugh but kind of failed.

Mazel ended up living to be 19 and a half, and except for some minor arthritis, remarkably hale until the day she passed away in her hole in the back yard while taking a nap.  I maintain that Death had to wait until she was sleeping to get a crack at her, or she would’ve taken his scythe for a chew toy.

ALL CREDIT CARDS ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card past its expiry date YOU ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card which has gone over its allowance YOU ARE VALID
  • if you’re a credit card that works perfectly YOU ARE VALID

fuck you target for rejecting my card and saying it isn’t valid, ALL CREDIT CARDS ARE VALID. last time i shop at your store

My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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anonymous asked:

Since you probably have enough headcanons to create whole Altea and galaxy around it, do you have any ideas/desings about young Haggar?

gimme dat pastel hair

So I hc her being once a Royal scientist. A member of an extended Royal family, like not to high, but up there. So she be like a distant great Aunt to Allura.

She’s was around the same time as Coran’s grandfather. She is slightly younger than him

When I got this Ask in the middle of the night, I quickly wrote this out. Enjoy-

  • Once there was a royal scientist
  • One of the greatest of her time
  • Gifted with power of the universe life itself. Discovered such wonders. Created such good.
  • But soon she wanted more. To make her home the beacon of all. To tower over all else.
  • But her methods grew cold and wrong.
  • She told her plans to everyone.
  • They gave her looks of concerns and horror and told her to go further no with her goals.
  • She ignored their worries and carried on.
  • She discovered such new things so powerful that can change everything.
  • But she hurt more to gain these results. More pain was caused.
  • Her work didn’t stay hidden for long.
  • She was caught and put in front of court of all.
  • They listened to her reasons. She stayed true to her goals. To bring them to the top.
  • Her goals originally pure but her methods nowhere close. It was not right. They couldn’t let her go any longer.
  • She was angry. Claimed their cautious and worry would end them all. Afraid to take a little more. 
  • They need to rise to survive. To take over all. They refused. Their downfall she would be a part of.
  • Her punishment. Her work destroyed. Her gift locked away. And she was sent away to the darkest depths banishment for causing harm.
  • She thought perished, never known if on the way or far away.
  • But no.
  • She shifted. She changed. To pass impossible limits. She still thrives strong.
  • Building slowly. Gathering followers that honour her goals. Returning her power to the top and over. 
  • Altea will regret denying her. She’ll achieve her goals to show them all. She grows stronger and waits
  • A doubting Guardian of the Air comes to her. Seeking her knowledge and power.
  • She grabs the chance and starts slowly poisoning the Air.
  • She was never truly forgotten, her life stayed as a caution to others. That how going on the path for growing of power for no concerns for others. 
  • Dead and rotten they become. Not recognisable as their before.

Kinda makes me think of a bedtime story for Altean and others children.

Your mind deceives you at night . Sunlight is better for your wounds .

The graph to recovery never looks straight . Have patience and applaud yourself for trying.

Be extra kind to yourself . We often overlook how we treat ourselves.

Love isn’t supposed to make you feel weak . Yes its overwhelming and a lot of things but it’s not supposed to make you feel weak .

Learn to burn a few bridges and let them light your way .

Some relations have an expiry date , accept it and don’t try to rekindle the fire it will hurt more .

Trust your vibes . Acknowledge your feelings , if something or someone triggers your anxiety or depression . Stay away .

No matter how many people trust you . You won’t gain confidence till you learn to believe in yourself .

Life’s make believe . Your thoughts turn into reality . Have a strong filter for them . Be stubborn about it .

No matter how many people forgive you , you won’t make peace until you forgive yourself .

The past is rotten , nothing new grows there . They are right when they say somethings are best left forgotten .

For good things to happen , you need to learn to create space for them .

—  kriti-g, Things you need to hear

anonymous asked:

do you have tips on comic compostions and angling/framing of scenes beacuse holy fudge what the actual hell your mob comic is An Expirience

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOO BO Y AIGHT

I’m gonna take this ask as a chance to masterpost about this comic.

Since there wasn’t a set time limit for this comic, I went all ham for it, which means there’s a lot of thought about angles/framing n shit in this sumbitch. (keep in mind i’m still learning this craft myself as i go along so FEEL FREE TO IMPROVE WHEREVER)

I’ll go in depth about it but all of my tips can be summed up with : 

go for the emotion of the scene.

Everything I do, I do to try and heighten the feeling in a scene. What I’m about to describe were all choices to try and maximize the emotional impressions.

Angles 

First off, everything in this comic (with the exception of panels 7-9 on page 4) is from Mob’s POV. It’s all built from there. keep in mind goin forward -

We start with Mob terrified of being spotted, of running into anyone. So I strained the perspective to make it feel too close for comfort, despite how far away his other limbs are. I also used the angle to emphasize the “spotlight”, pushing Mob into further discomfort, like he’s being watched anyways.

Mob fears he just murdered someone ? At his lowest moment in this comic? This is where the camera looks down on Mob the most.

Time for shock and awe that the man’s alive ! So Reigen is angled UP, building his Bigness in Mob’s eyes. Most subsequent shots repeat this, keeping us grounded in Mob’s perspective.

Here, Mob is literally on his knees asking for answers. So I pushed for an angle to make him seem really tiny. I wanted him to look as small as he feels.

In the next few pages, the angles basically level out (and I’ll talk more about why in other sections***) until

Mob has just touched back. This was a direct action on his part, so just as I’d built Reigen with that tilt up, it’s Mob’s turn to share that space.

Once Mob fears for the lives of the police, we shift back to high angles. Using a high angle to make a character seem small isn’t groundbreaking but it’s something to chew anyways.

This is less about the angle and more about how cramped everything is. Mob feels backed into a corner unless he can get Reigen to relent. So the tightness and how Reigen looms reflects this.

And here, I mirrored the very first panel. Once again we have a shot of Mob’s back, walking into the light of a streetlamp. But this angle is gentle in comparison, even if slightly off center. We can see where the light comes from so it ceases to feel less like an omnipotent threat and more mundane. Perhaps even hopeful.

Paneling 

I’m sorry to say I feel this is one of my weak points as a creator. I’d like to improve here the most. Most of my panels can be summed up with ‘slant = energized’, ‘straight = stable’. BUT. I did take a few liberties here and it’s good to point them out.

Broken glass to heighten the ouch on Mob’s part.

Salt man don’t give a fuck. he IS the panel. //adds to the energy of this moment

This break from the panels is meant to make Mob hitting Reigen a more immediate threat.

Same with Reigen reaching around it here. He’s still in danger of being shreddy shreddy at this point.

Sometimes a panel will bleed off, to give a more ‘open space’ feel. I like to use it in subtle “oh” moments. That’s the best I could describe it.

annnnnd nothin like a casual reminder on the edges of panels about what would happen should the police show up.

Staging/Body Language

Once Reigen shows up, he dominates the frame, even in shots where mob is closer to the audience. Again, this is all to emphasize how Big Reigen seems to a scared Mobbu.

Mob pushes himself to corners, Reigen’s given the bulk of the space. 

He stands taller than mob and makes the frame uneven.

Even his hand feels huge in comparison.

***That is, until Reigen has a better perception of what’s going on.

Then his actions and staging reflect this.

Reigen kneels down, trying to make himself smaller both to Mob, and in the frame.

The staging reflects Reigen’s attempts to get on even ground, literally and metaphorically.

Mob’s still pushing himself into corners, but now Reigen has actively surrendered some of the space.

Still just, trying to get some of Mob’s perspective.

And from this point onwards, Reigen and Mob share the space/frame more evenly. 

Even in shots where Reigen’s kinda large, he no longer seems so imposing.

Mob still looks up to him but we no longer have such dramatic shots tilting him up and having him hog the focus of the panel.

And we save the closest-closeup, both in staging and in how close our characters physically feel for last. Because bonding and shit.

Coloring

Decided to make the use of color sort of uncomfortable. Hinted at in edges but not really a presence of their own. Hard to tell what the color of anything is because it’s all nonsense in ur peripherals.

Until we get to humans. But this color seems more invasive, and doesn’t really touch mob in a positive way.

Till we get to these splash of color, messy and kinda unorganized but it’s exactly what Mob needs to bring some order.

From here we get a muted color wash, there but still slightly dulled.

The first hint we get of the saturation to come is centered around the touch.

We slowly fade into full blown saturation once Mob reaches back.

Fanfic bonus

The name meanings of Jun and Tetsuo, since this is the street where they live and why not ahaha.

There’s a lot of bird imagery in ABoT so I

“Kid, it’s like lifting a feather.”

And even tho Reig gets a cool halo from the streetlights n shit

We all know who the real angel is

Other fun shit

Mob’s outfit is based on Sakurai’s outfit when he was orphaned as a child.

I literally put the streetlight directly behind the hand in this shot because I lack subtlety and love it.

There are 2 times where I cut out a bit of (frankly beautiful) wordage in order to show things better visually. Both times happen when Mob’s stopped paying attention.

First with Reigen’s words just becoming a flood of nonsense pretty sounds.

The second when Mob’s thinking about the possibility of his barrier being gone.

also here u guys can have some behind the scenes shenanigans

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make me choose: asked by @marisascoulter spirited away or howl's moving castle?

Nothing that happens, is ever forgotten, even if you can’t remember it.

baconcupcake  asked:

I would like to hear more about the shadow men please.

When I was nine, I tried to learn how to ride a bike.

It did not go well- I couldn’t get the hang of balancing without training wheels, and was too easily distracted to brake in time or would fail to notice cars.  One evening in July, I was making some progress in that I’d traveled to the neighbor’s cul-de-sac to practice without traffic, and  was making some balance progress in that i realized going faster made it easier to balance.  It was going great until the crappy brakes on my bike failed and plowed into the curb and went flying, head-first into Mrs. Chin’s yard, and directly onto the hoe she’d forgotten to take in.

My helmet did do it’s job in that I did not immediately die from impact, though it did split in two and I had to be taken to the hospital for the large gash in my scalp.  The Doctors couldn’t see signs of severe trauma, but agreed i definitely had a bad concussion and that I was lucky to be alive.

That’s about when I started seeing flickering shapes in my peripheral vision whenever I had to take pain or allergy meds, or if I got too tired or dehydrated.  This wasn’t particularly upsetting, becuase at the time I also had two very strange cats.

When my mother was two months from my mother’s due date with me, her neighbor’s prize-winning purebred Angora Cat got out and had a night on the town with every inbred tom in East Palo Alto, and possibly some space aliens.  Two weeks after my due date when I was still stubbornly refusing to vacate, the neighbor came back with two kittens and asked my mother if she wanted these thigns before he threw them in the river.  becuase threatening a heavily pregnant woman with dead kittens is a great way to make friends.  Mom grabbed the kittens, not even weaned yet, and menaced him with the kitchen knife until he left.

Mom tried to socialize them really, but there was a new baby in the house and so the task largely fell to Mazel, The wolf-hybrid who barely qualified as a dog.  She adored them, and did her best to raise them, grooming and cuddling and carrying them to the play blanket with me so she could watch all three of us, but there is only so much one can do in the face of severe genetic and nutritional impairment, and the cats grew up Strange.  The orange male was Boris, the Black Female was Natasha.

Boris grew into a rangy degenerate that never groomed himself, Sharp-faced and snaggle-toothed, and with the object permanence and coordination of a todder on jagermiester. He’d often wander the house, either half-shaved or covered in mats  despite Mazel and Natasha’s best efforts, screaming becuase he’d forgotten where his food or litter box was.  We couldn’t brush him without being clawed half to death, and he’d hide, shaking and crying afterwards.  Curiously, he was the more affectionate of the two, occasionally being possessed by a mood where he’d want to sit on the back of your neck or on your feet, and you could pet him as long as you didn’t actually look at him.  These moods usually happened in the dead of night.

Natasha was solid black and unfathomably soft, softer than any cat I’ve met since.   She was also clever, managing to catch songbirds through the plastic mesh of the “cat enclosure” my parents built on the side of the house so they could go outdoors without endangering themselves.  I’m not sure HOW she managed to catch robins through a 1-inch heavy duty construction net but we’d find the bodies, picked clean save for the head and wings.  She’d come sit in the room with you, but only if she had adequate cover, like hiding under the dresser or behind the couch.  The only way to pet her was to lay on your stomach, reach an arm into her space without looking at her, and then she might allow you to scratch her ears or touch her back.

After living with them for all my life, shadowy living presences I couldn’t really see properly was the norm.

I didn’t even realize that this was abnormal until I was 19 and trying to describe a migraine to my Violently Catholic roommate, telling her I needed to take my meds now becuase I was starting to see shadow people on the edge of my vision.  Turns out hallucinating shadowy entities isn’t a normal migraine symptom, also having your well-meaning roommate say the Rosary over you in case of demons is weirdly soothing.

Since then I’ve kept track of when they appear, and a particularly significant change in sinus/skull/barometric pressure is a good indicator, which is why the doctors and I think it’s the result of that impact injury.  Anti-inflammatory meds, allergies, allergy meds, thunderstorms or migraines can all summon them.  Or driving up the side of a mountain too fast.  I once had a very nice hike up in the alpine Rockies with them.  They appreciated the delicately tiny wildflowers up there.

They’re not frightening, and they occupy the same category of “real” as some of the recurring dreams I have.  Not really, but an integral part of my expiriences as human.

REMINDER:

If you are a survivor of abuse, anyone who tells you you should just “get over it” or thinks that just because the event happened a long time ago, you should have just let it go by now is extremely toxic.

your emotions are valid and do not have a set expiry date.
healing is a long process and you’re allowed to take as much time as you need.

Project : Cleanse The Fandom!

This is going to be a long rant about some of the things that is way past it’s expiry date and shouldn’t have even existed in this fandom in the first place.

Not Interested?You can leave.

Watch me give zero shits about it.Let’s start with one of my biggest pet peeves aka THIS statement :

  •  ‘Jungkook hates Jimin’.

Fact 1 : This statement is utterly false.

Fact 2 : Nice TROPE for enemies to lovers fanfics but NOT CANON.

Fact 3 : If you think there is nothing wrong with that statement then you are either an anti or you are homophobic. (I literally cannot find another explanation for that).

Give me one reason why you think the above statement is true. I’ll give you 1001 EVIDENCES to support my claim that Jungkook has never, can ever or will ever hate Jimin. I am not even kidding.  I am standing my ground not from a shippers perspective but as a person who wholeheartedly loves them as individuals. (Try me).

(I can go on about this the whole day but there are other things to talk about)

  • Stop calling Hobi a horse.

Hightime this stopped. The boy wants a new nickname? Give him one! Hobi is the sweetest hyung, a very talented dancer, supportive friend, the ideal roommate. He can rap as well as sing. Why don’t we call him the Golden Hyung for a change? That sunshine deserves nothing less.

  • Same goes for ‘Taehyung is an alien thing’

Tae is a brilliant, charismatic, genius and extremely talented man. He is not slow, he is not stupid, he is not weird. His intuition is A+. Call him TATA, Gucci Boy or whatever. But the alien thing has to stop.

  • Stop asking for another member during a member’s vlive.

Rude! Heartbreaking for that members’ stans and the boy himself.

To take an example : Hobi’s vlive last year which turned into an EatJimin show.

It got awkward after some IDIOT demanded to see their bias. It was really heartbreaking. The consequence : No more solo Hobi vlives; No more HOPE IN THE STREET which were actual gems.

You want to see your bias? Then go watch their fancams. Or patiently wait till he does a vlive. 

  • The addition of ‘eu’ at the end of a word.

Why? Honestly why? Even if you don’t mean any harm stop doing it. It’s not funny to add a ‘eu’ at the end of heart and make it hearteu. What kind of pleasure do you derive from mocking a person’s accent? If I ask a native Englis h speaker to repeat after me the sentence ‘Je t’aime mon ami’, do you think they will get it right on the first try?(This does not apply to people who already know the basics of French). What if I mock you for your less than stellar accent? Would you feel proud of yourself? 

Just Stop doing it.

  • Comments about another member on Videos that highlights an Individual member’s talent.

He does not even sound that good, I am sure my bias could have done it better.

His voice does not suit this song, so and so’s vocals would have done justice to it.’

What about him? Why is he not given chances? He is better at this.’

These are some of the comments that can be seen under almost every BTS video where the talents of Individual members are showcased.

I get it, you want to see your bias shine, get recognition for his talents. This is NOT the right way to go about it. Comparisons will only hurt both the members concerned. Hating on a member and deprecating his efforts won’t make you a loyal stan. It just reflects badly on your personality and your bias does not deserve to have such negativity from his fan.

You think that your bias could have done better? Keep it to yourself! It’s rude and disheartening to ARMYs who have different biases. Don’t start shit by comparing one member’s talents to another. If it’s in a healthy, unbiased way go ahead. But the other alternative is a big resounding NO.

There are other ways to hype your man up. 

Go to Twitter and start a thread about your man. Ask popular mutuals to help you out. Don’t drag another member into it, you will just be asking for trouble.

Make videos to showcase your bias’s talents. If you don’t know how to, learn. 

  • The outdated ‘You have No Jams’ joke

Like I said, outdated. Past it’s expiration date. Not amusing. Stop using it everywhere. Chimchim has shown us plenty of times that his Jams are no joke. But I still see comments like ‘He finally got his jams back.’ or ‘Sorry Jimin you still don’t have jams.’ etc. even under videos as recent as the Serendipity trailer.

Jimin’s English has improved a lot after that mishap back in 2014.  He released an ‘I got yes jam’ Bangtan Bomb with Namjoon in 2015 (He probably got tired of seeing that meme everywhere).

SInce then Jimin has done an English cover, wrote his solo and sang it, did a wonderful job with Serendipity to name a few. 


I am done here. If you have anything else to add feel free to do so. AND VOTE FOR BTS IN AAA. WE COULD USE ALL THE HELP WE CAN GET! 

1) It will be hard to begin because there are many many information, and in the beginning it is very hard to know what is true and what is not, don’t give up because eventually you will know what you need to know and find your path.

2) We all make mistake in spells, in our Grimoires, in tarot reading, in everything, mistakes you make are a part of learning. You will learn from your mistakes, mistakes will turn into experience, and experience into knowledge.

3)Learn, learn and learn more. Doesn’t matter if you are in this for a day, week, month, year or 10 years, you always need to learn and you will never know everything. It is very important for your growth, the more you expand your knowledge,the more you will grow as a witch.

4) You don’t even have to do spells to consider yourself as a witch, you can be a part of Wicca or Pagan religion without doing the craft. On the other side, even that little sigil you drew on your notebook or palm or anywhere is considered magic, and whit that little sigil you are crafting. No need for big explosions in spells or rituals for being a witch.

5) IT DOES NOT ALWAYS WORK. If your spells don’t work, especially in the beginning, don’t quit trying. You need to focus, put a lot of work in that, and the more you believe, the bigger the chance that it will work. And if it doesn’t, try again. And again.


Blessed be fellow witches!