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Toss Your Regrets Into The Wind: A Spell

Originally posted by themonstersinyourhead

This spell is actually inspired by something my tarot cards told me, to let go of the pain and hurt and let it be swept away. This is a powder you’ll scatter into the winds.


Wormwood - for all of the bitterness and pain you’ve been holding in
Salt/salt water - to symbolize tears and sadness
Rosemary - to let go of the memories that hold you back
Ashes - to symbolize the things around you that have been painful and unsuccessful, the ways you’ve been burned
Rue (optional) - for regret (I don’t have any rue on hand right now, but it would be a fantastic addition to the spell)


Blend your ingredients together in a small bowl. You don’t need to grind them up if you don’t want to. Mix them, and while you do, think about all of the sadness and pain you’re holding in. Pour out all of your emotions of what’s pent up and hurting. Think of the past hurts and wounds. Pour that sadness into this powder. 

Stand outside. (Crossroads would be great for this, but not necessary.) Take your mixture and hold it in front of you. Call forth the elements as you see fit. If you work with spirits/deities, now would be the time to call on them to aid you in this spell. Take a handful of powder and toss it into the wind at one of the four cardinal directions. 

If you like to speak during your rituals (I personally don’t, so feel free to skip this), say something along the lines of 

To the North I toss my regrets
To the South I toss my sorrows
To the East I toss my sadness
To the West I toss my pain

May the winds carry them away from me
So shall it be. 

As you toss your mixture into each direction, picture the wind blowing it away and carrying your sorrows and struggles far away from you. Take a deep breath, and let it all go. 

Thank the directions and elements for their assistance and end the spell as you see fit. Then go do something to cleanse and love yourself as a way to welcome in hope and love in place of sorrow and regret. (Write out a list of goals, do a self love spell, etc. Lots of options here!) Take a deep breath, your problems have been blown into the wind! 

Hope this helps!

Originally posted by butterflyfiretiger


In between the music and the subtle light show, Mitch couldn’t stand a chance. But, no one told him that as he tried very hard to resist the programming. Poor Mitch. It’s hot to watch them try to hold on to a sense of self and their memories as they are concurrently being erased and or rewritten. The music suppresses resistance and the words replace their thoughts. In less than hour Drone #1187 was produced. Ready, willing and able to serve and obey.
Long Live Drone #1187!!

Are you confident in yourself?

As I lay here in bed, my only wish is to have you next to me. It’s been too long. I’m tired of sleeping alone in a bed that was made for two. It’s a struggle that I fight every night. Sometimes I toss and turn, hoping, wishing, you would wrap your arms around me. But you’re never there. And it’s hard to let that sink in.

I desperately hold onto the memories from the last time you were next to me. Wrapped gently around my body. Unmoving. Peaceful. Taking soft breaths. I replay it all in my head, to soothe me, help me get to sleep faster so I can wake up in the morning and try my best to ignore that it was another night without you sleeping next to me. And wishing endlessly when I could experience that again.

—  S.V//@Sempiternal.poet on Instagram

anonymous asked:

Im in love with my ex still.. She left me 7 years ago and still to this day her name still steals my breath. How do I let it go? Iv tried literally everything.

Sometimes we hold onto the idea of people. We are in love with a memory, what could have been - not who they are. Once you accept that and why it couldn’t work, that’s when you start to let go. You have to allow yourself to let go, not just convince yourself that you are.

Anon: KC + time travel

Thanks for the prompt!

Klaus awoke slowly, the strain of sleeping on a wooded floor long forgotten in his near millennia of comfort. The last he remembered, he had been tracking a coven of rebel witches through the bayou; irritation flooded him as the memory of one holding him entranced in a spell before snapping his neck. He stumbled through the trees until he reached a familiar road.

Something prickled at the back of his neck, but Klaus needed blood before he could consider the possibilities. Making the familiar way back to his family’s compound, though, the feeling of dread blanketed him with a steel weight. The door opened easily to him, like it always had. “Elijah? Bekah?”

“What the hell would they be doing here?”

His tired eyes shot up to the top of the staircase, where Caroline Forbes - clad only in a long, silk nightgown and matching robe - was brushing out her hair. “Sweetheart?”

Eyes narrowed, she pointed the brush at him. “You didn’t leave the house looking like that,” she accused.

The door opened behind him, and he was abhorred to be pushed against the wall from behind. “Unhand me,” he demanded of his mystery attacker.

As expected, the hands flew off him as though burned; but he turned to find a near mirror image, with shorter hair and different clothing. “What th-”

The other Klaus lunged and clutched his throat, a frantic look in his eyes. “This is a wicked trick,” he said lightly, glancing over his shoulder to a confused Caroline. “Tell me, did you order one of those clones after all? I thought you had decided against it.”

“No,” she answered, coming to inspect the intruder. “I could hardly having you murder the poor thing in our bed, could I? He is a pretty thing, though. Almost like-” Her hand gripped his chin, noting the small grin he gave at her touch. “I know you.”

“I should hope so, love,” he teased. “You came against my tongue night on six times just last week.”

She turned a shrewd eye on his grin. “When?”

His brow furrowed. “Just the once,” he answered, the realizations coming to him all too quickly. “I’m not in 2014 anymore, am I?”

“No.” She shook her head, a furious mirror image of himself staring daggers from behind her. “No, you’re not.”

Prompt me maybe!


I’ve been taking some time to think about what you said. I also checked out your blog. It’s clear you have a certain aesthetic you like when it comes to bodies. Which is fine, we are all entitled to our preferences. However, your comment comes off as condoning that blogs antics. As if it’s okay to shame people for not adhering to your preferred aesthetic. In which case I would have to say that is NOT OKAY.

ALL BODIES ARE GOOD BODIES. Because they hold our organs, our brain which houses all of our wonderful memories, our muscles which move us from fantastic place to fantastic place, and they get us through some of the most trying times in our lives.

So what if someone has fat or zero defined muscles. SO THE FUCK WHAT. And even more, it’s not your place to tell them/call them out/shame them for HAVING A BODY.

You’re correct, words mean everything, and you chose the wrong words.


“You know, you don’t have to do this right now. It can wait, if you’re not ready.”

“It’s ok… Thanks for coming with me.”

Docks: Holding Area - in which many feels were had. These two tho, amirite??

Teddy Lupin and The Sorting Hat.
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>11-year-old Teddy :</b> *walks up to the Sorting Hat*<p/><b>Sorting Hat :</b> "Hufflepuff!"<p/><b>Smol Teddy, confused :</b> "But I didn't even wear you"<p/><b>Sorting Hat :</b> "This is your first day and you're already making friendship bracelets"<p/><b>Smol Teddy, holding up multiple friendship bracelets :</b> "It is never too early to make memories!"<p/><b>Sorting Hat, sighing :</b> "Yep, you're a Hufflepuff"<p/></p><p/></p>

Can you imagine how different (and better) Teen Wolf would have been if it had been Derek’s story? 

Just imagine that Teen Wolf was a series about Derek, starting from when he’s a young teenager trying to deal with his powers, wanting to learn the way his mother and Laura did but eventually having to rely on Peter’s manipulative teachings to twist his emotions. Imagine getting the full story of him falling in love with Paige and then losing her.

Originally posted by thealphaofmultifandoms

Imagine the story of him living every day in fear of hunters, constantly watching his back because everyone knows who the Hales are, but he knows no-one.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Imagine the full story of Kate abusing him - no brushing over it, but giving the abuse the attention it needs and showing people its not okay, not sexualising it by having Tyler stripped bare and chained up but showing that he was sixteen or seventeen years old when Kate started abusing him.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Imagine getting the full story of the Hale house fire and all the emotions that come from it. Imagine Derek feeling so alone, knowing that he only has a comatose uncle and Laura left. Imagine seeing Derek’s reaction when he finds out that Laura was torn in two by his uncle.

Originally posted by foreskinz

Imagine him spending years on the run and hiding away int he ruins of his old family home as he tries to hold onto the memories of his family while fearing that every firework or poacher’s rifle could be a hunter coming after him.

Originally posted by stilessderek

Imagine getting his side of the story when it comes to Scott being a bloody idiot: ignoring his advice and dating an Argent.

Imagine seeing his perspective as he falls for Stiles and finally reaches a point where he feels comfortable and safe enough that he can open up to someone and let himself love again.

Originally posted by tweenw

Originally posted by alina-horanx3

Imagine everything that could have been and cry.

Dear, first love.
I do not know how it happened. I couldn’t even tell you when it happened. All I know is that I was completely in love with you but suddenly, it was over and my love started dissipating for you. Please understand, it didn’t just leave. I went through hell and back, not knowing how to deal with the love that you left behind. I thought it was something I’d never be able to get over. I was so overwhelmingly in love with you that I just couldn’t believe that we had no future together anymore and that was hard to swallow because there was a time where I once saw you as my entire future. My mind went astray with the thought of you during cold nights, wishing we were sharing body heat for one last time. It felt as though I’d never be able to erase your name from my memory. But something happened. Like I said, I don’t know when or how, or possibly even why, I just know that it stopped hurting. Your name didn’t feel like a sharp knife embedded into my heart, it faded away like a dull blur that I had trouble remembering. I could drink dark coffee without thinking how your lips tainted that very same mug once before. I was able to pass by the places that hold memories of past us laughing away into the night, with mexican food in our mouth and love in our eyes, with a smile. There was no longer any sadness that used to drain my entire body with heaviness when my thoughts ran through these memories like wildfire. Just an acknowledgement that we were in each other’s lives at one point of time in this universe. I’m no longer sad about us anymore. Truth is, if we were meant to be, we would have been. It’s just a shame that we were lessons rather than the real thing because had we learnt our lessons before meeting each other, we could have been the real thing, you know? The big love that everyone talks about. All of the movies, songs and poems about love; we would have been the epitome of love itself. I truly believe that. But I am happy that we happened. Because I now know how it truly feels to love someone and to have it taken away from you. It’s given me the biggest lessons of my life. I now know when to admit when I’m wrong, how to support someone when they need you to, how to not hold back in love just because you’re scared of the outcome and most importantly, how to love someone without wanting anything in return. Just for the complete sake of loving them.
God, I’m scared. I’ve met someone new and I’m terrified of messing it up. But this time around, I’m not holding back. I have a heart full of love and this time, I’m going to do it right. So thank you for being a part of my life. Thank you for the lessons and thank you for teaching me how to love somebody properly. Goodbye, first love. Hello, my last love (hopefully).
You chose her. You married her. You have a kid with her. So why is it when you’re lying in bed awake at 3:00 am I’m the one you call. Why is it that when you’ve had a rough day my number is the first you dial just waiting for me to say “Hi Prince.” You left me for her so why is it that you still have my pictures saved and even after 5 years of being apart you’ve still managed to hold on to them. You’re with her so why is it that every year on my birthday at 12:00 am you’re the first to say “Happy Birthday.” You’re married to her so why is it that when we both walk past you, your eyes linger on me. Why did you choose her if you love me?

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #350


8:10 pm

anonymous asked:

Hmmm I don't know if this is okay but could you possibly draw the Rick in the "fake" memory holding toddler Morty and just being the proudest and happiest grandpa ever? Like I can see that this version of Rick would be SO protective and affectionate with Morty. Like I can see him hugging the kid more often then Canon!Rick will ever do. Is all that okay?

the fluffiest au  ( ; ω ; )