it's-reflective!

what i think of you (or, in other words, a poem for tokyoteddywolf)

there is a girl.

i have never met her-
never seen her-
never spoken to her-
but i know her by her words.

because she is full of words.

and her words are blue,
dark blue,
blue as the deepest seas,
blue as the darkest skies,
blue as the color behind galaxies on clear nights.

her words are gentle.

and her words are soft,
silken soft,
the purr of a kitten, warm beneath a hand
the wash of tide against the open shore
the sea at night, when the light is so clear the stars reflect on its surface
like diamonds set in melted sapphire.

there is a girl.

i have never met her-
never seen her-
never spoken to her-
but i know she is beautiful.

i know she is beautiful.

anyone
with words like stars
words like seas
words like skies
must be beautiful.

the beauty in her words
shines through.

Do you ever wonder if bread itself has the option to emerge from the toaster either golden and perfect or burnt and crusty? Like, maybe when it’s lowered into the heated slots it uses that time to just reflect on its life, look back on all the steps that led it here. Bread surely has dark days like we do—getting sliced, discarded, staled, ignored by the anti-gluten sect. That would be enough to darken anyones spirit. Maybe when the toast pops up burnt and crispy, it’s just really, really…sad. Maybe it doesn’t want you to fix it. Maybe it doesn’t want you to scrape off the charred outer crumbs of disappointment with the old butter knife of regret. Maybe, just maybe, if it had wanted to come out golden brown, it would have.

Methods for Spells

TO BIND- wrap in black thread, drip wax over, or seal in a jar and hide it in the dark.

TO BANISH- burn an effect to ash and sweep off the back door step, cast it out a window, or bury in the ground and spit on it

TO ENCOURAGE-  plant it by the front door/steps, bury by a window, or place it on a windowsill

TO HIDE- place in a jar painted black, cover with cloth and bury, or wrap with a ribbon

TO CLEANSE- bury it in a bowl of  salt, burn herbs and pass through the smoke, or lay it in a moonwater bath

TO GLAMOUR- leave under the full moon, hold its reflection over a mirror with herbs, or 

TO WISH- place before a candle and blow it out, drown a coin in water, or let seeds blow into the wind

TO COMMUNICATE- (with a spirit or deity) - anoint a candle, leave out offerings, or open the front doors and windows

TO WARD- leave part of the spell in four corners, draw lines around the protected area, or plant an object of projection in the north, east, south, and west edges

TO CURSE- spit on it, drag your nails down it, or stick sharp things in it

TO DISCOURAGE - plant or bury by the back door, or burn to ash

TO JINX- say it three times out loud, or say a word the same time as someone else

TO MANIPULATE - use wax, use poppets, or tie several strings to pieces of an effect

TO BENEFIT - light a candle, charge a crystal, or create a talisman

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The Mirage by Doug Aitken

American artist Doug Aitken has built a small house-shaped structure, clad top-to-bottom in mirrors, in the desert outside Palm Springs. The Mirage sculpture is modeled on a ranch-style suburban American house. But it is composed of mirrored surfaces, which reflect the surroundings and camouflage the structure.

“Mirage distills the recognizable and repetitious suburban home into the essence of its lines, reflecting and disappearing into the vast western landscape,” said Aitken. The artists created the installation for the Desert X art festival, for which 16 artworks have been installed across the arid landscape of the Coachella Valley.

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Please read Surah Taha if you feel down. Read with its translation word to word and reflect on its meaning. You will find so much comfort in the Quran, your heart will soften with His beautiful words. Your heart will find ease only if you let it.

If Jane Austen wrote The Empire Strikes Back:

He dueled him for many a long minute, and then trapping him at the end of a gantry, removed his hand from his wrist. Luke was surprised, but said not a word beyond his cry of pain. After a silence of several minutes, Vader came towards him in an agitated manner, and thus began,

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to offer you a place at my side to throw down the Emperor and reign over this galaxy.”

Luke’s astonishment was beyond expression. He stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This Vader considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt immediately followed. He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of ambition.

“You do not yet realize your importance, and only now have begun to discover your power. Join me and I will complete your training. With our combined strength, we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.” 

In spite of his deeply-rooted dislike, Luke could not be insensible to the compliment of such a Sith Lord’s offer, though his intentions did not vary for an instant. He attempted to compose himself to answer Vader with patience as per the training Yoda had attempted to, but the pain from the end of his arm and the longstanding list of offenses against his friends gave Luke great trouble in this manner, and he replied thusly,

“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot – I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I will never join you.”

Darth Vader, who was leaning against the railing of the gantry with the gaze of his mask fixed on Luke’s face, seemed to catch his words with no less resentment than surprise. His fist tightened with anger, and the disturbance of his mind was visible in every movement. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not speak, till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Luke’s feelings dreadful. At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said,

“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”

“I might as well enquire,” replied Luke, “why, with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to hand me this offer after removing my own? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the offer of the Sith Lord, who has been the means of hunting my friends across the galaxy?”

He paused, and saw with no slight indignation that Vader was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse.

“Can you deny that you have done it?” Luke asked.

With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying it. I have done everything in my power to crush the Rebellion and rejoice in my successes.“

Luke disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate, him.

"But it is not merely this affair,” Luke continued, “on which my dislike is founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided. Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months ago from Obi-Wan Kenobi. On this subject, of my father, what can you have to say?”

“You took an eager interest in that Jedi’s explanations,” said Vader in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.

“Who that knows what his understanding of the Force has been, can help feeling an interest in his worldview?”

“The Force” repeated Darth Vader contemptuously; “yes, the Light Side of the Force is great indeed. I am convinced in my knowledge that Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

“He told me enough,” cried Luke with energy. “You have long ago killed him!”

“No” said Vader, as he leaned across the railing towards Luke, “I am your father. Examine your feelings; you know it to be true.”

Luke felt himself growing more ashamed at this revelation, and despite his utmost efforts, a distraught denial left his mouth.

“You can destroy the Emperor,” continued Vader. “He has forseen this, and this is the estimation that I hold you in: it is your destiny. If you would but join me, together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me; it is the only way.”

Trapped as he was on the end of the gantry, it was clear what decision lay ahead for Luke, and again his intentions remained unaltered. With a calm descending upon him, Luke spoke with composure when he said,

“You are mistaken, Vader, if you suppose that your entrapment of me will mean the entrapment of my loyalty. From the very beginning, your actions, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your murders, and your imprisonment and torture of a young woman, were such as to form so immoveable a dislike that I had not known you a day before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to call father.”

To conclude his statement, and provide great shock to Vader, Luke stepped off the gantry.


@epix-elle​, this is the result of your “Darcy Vader” comment

Erika Moen has finally reached her peak, we have now seen the absolute apex of Oh Joy, Sex Toy! as a body of work. Going into an in-depth description of cuckolding while ignoring that there is an overwhelming, totalizing racism in the very language of it as a practice, how that language results in its own reflection in a hyperreality of pornography and practice, how it has specifically been claimed by white supremacy due not only to its sexualization but moreover its connotations of violent racism and homophobia, and how all of this ends with someone saying that they’re proud to be a cuck.

Can we just…be done? Can I opt out of like, everything? I should be allowed to call out of work tomorrow about this. Erika Moen owes me money now. 

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Hôtel des Berges’ Spa des Saules in Illhaeusern

Conceived as a contemporary reinterpretation of an Alsatian farm by the agency Jouin Manku, the Hôtel des Berges’ Spa des Saules of 800m² reflects in its design the timber frames of the region’s large old barns, built with untreated materials the structure is built out of solid timber structure with a dark gray tiled roof, set in a concrete volume and further solidified into the ground through a smooth stone base.

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  • James: Just bring Moony to me.
  • Sirius: Well, he locked himself in the bathroom.
  • James: Just tell him I said something.
  • Sirius: Said what?
  • James: Anything factually inaccurate.
  • *two minutes later*
  • Remus (to James): I'm sorry, the sky is blue because it's reflecting the color of the ocean?

Virgo - The Letters of Love

The Virgo allure is endearing wit, bright eyes, and communication that can make strangers feel at ease. The more comfortable the Virgo becomes, the more sweeping and saturation conversation becomes. They can be transporting and seductive. But Venus is at fall in Virgo, so the expression of love does not come so easily. They are detached enough to be serial heartbreakers. Their youthful and responsive spirit can even seem flirtatious, so people can misread signals. The purity of Virgo however, expresses love in its wholesome form, reflecting their cleansing Sheaf Bearer. Their natural labor is love. Energy is produced on behalf of other people, so they can literally live for lovers. Communication is their communion, and they know when you need advice, silence, or space. Virgo associates with the mind. Conversation can be as intimate as sex for Virgo. But their earthy nature generates intense physical needs, so there is nothing undemonstrative about Virgo. They desire to make lovers happy. They commit themselves to lovers sexually, often subordinately. There is a great respect for partners and diversion from drama or controlling behaviour. 

Virgos would rather have relationships acting as an addition to life rather than a requirement. They feel dependency is unfair to partners. Devoted and collaborative in love, Virgos rely on team work to maintain the partnership and enjoy watching the success story of loved ones. The sign of Virgo is renowned for its discrimination and perfectionism. They will prefer to sit back and patiently observe their object of desire before making their move. Their blind pursuit of perfection can paint unrealistic ideals of lovers, so Virgos can feel deeply betrayed when their loved one makes a mistake or hurts them. Emotion and love is intangible, and when Virgos cannot grab ahold of something it throws off their inner equilibrium entirely. The individual may feel a close physical, emotional, and intellectual attraction to somebody but regress when the moment comes. Love can be displayed through physical service and helpful acts like running errands, planning, or repairing. 

Virgos are easily swooned, and can become saturated by lust - yet they can be too shy to admit it. The inner hysteric in Virgo warns the individual of making the wrong move and exaggerates self consciousness. Every move they make will be deeply evaluated. Like they can spend hours internally deliberating on how to respond to a message. When partners think they are being ignored, Virgo has simply retreated into their own bubble, engaged in the comfort in the home of their thoughts, fearful, and often rife with self hatred. Within every Virgo is a heart that aches for love, yet they are not willing to compromise their order to fit that person in, that person must just ‘fit in’, and this proves its righteousness to Virgo. 

-Cherry

(art: Heatherlee Chan)

The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.

So as some of you may know, I do a bit of cursey and justice-attaining work for people I know.

A large percentage of those people are asking me to deal with abusers who got away with it – often multiple times, often despite them putting themselves at risk to testify, etc.

There are so many of these fuckers (what a world, eh?) that I have created The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle to deal with ‘em all.

For any of you other witches who do some work for others, or perhaps you’ve had the misfortune to deal with more than one abuser in your life, here ya go. The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.

You shall require…

  • A black candle big enough for your purposes. Mine is enormous; yours might not need to be.
  • A knife.
  • A taglock of each person you’re cursing (picture, hair, or just their name if that’s all you have).
  • A thing in which to store this candle which is either completely light-fast black, or reflective.
  • A cursing concoction of your choice, preferably with an element of Justice or Law Enforcement.
  • A protective spell of your choice.
  • A lighter.

What you are basically doing is creating a jail to send these evil fuckers to.

Take your knife and scoop out some wax from the side of the candle, preferably lower down. SAVE THE WAX.

Make the hole big enough to fit your taglock and your cursing concoction, stuff it in the hole, and then pack the wax in on top of it.

Take your lighter and heat the wax, sealing the fucker inside your candle with your curse.

Light your candle and activate the curse however you prefer, and let it burn until you feel like you’ve got enough energy behind it.

Put it out, cleanse your space, and CONTAIN YOUR CANDLE.

You have a super-charged, potentially multiple curse inside this thing. It’s like a fucking magical grenade, and if you don’t contain it, shit will start going weird in your house. I put it on top of my fridge and actually broke it with this thing. Yes, I’m serious. It killed my fridge. At first I didn’t realize it was the candle, so I moved it to my cabinet, and then it caused everything in the cabinet to rot. And then I finally figured it out. Oops. So I had to cleanse the shit out of everything.

I prefer a reflective metal container, but in a pinch, a thick, light-fast black fabric will do. You want it to be able to contain the curse work within itself, like how you probably store your baneful concoctions in a solid container rather than letting them sit out open in a bowl on your altar, right? Same concept. Don’t let this shit bleed everywhere.

In addition to protecting your space from bleed-over, this also allows you to protect your spellwork itself. If you’re gonna be cursing people, be prepared for them to fight back.

One of the people in my curse candle is a fuckhead of a warlock who has somehow managed to escape the law in 2 different countries. I suspect, due to differences of style, that he doesn’t have any protections that would specifically address the way I work. But I do know that when shit starts going crazy for him, he’s smart enough to wonder if someone’s starting a magical firefight on his ass.

But even people who don’t practice magic can fight back. The biggest component to magic is Will, and I know I sure as hell made some magical stuff happen with my will years before I ever started a dedicated practice. I’m sure a lot of you have too. And so might the bastard you’re cursing. Perhaps that’s why they’ve escaped justice up until now. So protect your shit.

My container has my strongest reversal on it (which I keep quite secret – and you should keep yours secret too), enhanced by its reflective qualities.

And there ya go. The Big Fuckin’ Curse Candle.

Black Holes & Revelations cover: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. 

Muse decided to modernize the four horsemen into their own vision of much more evil spirits, going as following:

- Intolerance: the one wearing the suit with religious symbols on it with a mind-controlling tool on his head.

- Narcissism: the one with the suit covered in wide opened eyes, meaning he only looks at things/people on their surface.

- Paranoia: the one with the suit covered in mirrors that deveive people through hysteria and fear with its reflections.

- Greed: the one wearing the gold suit, that corrupts everything with his greedy touch.

source: Muse - Love is our Resistance