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Incense Meanings

African Violet

Burned for protection and to promote spirituality within the home.

Amber Love

comfort, happiness and healing.

Ambergris

Dreams, aphrodisiac

Angelica

Protection, harmony, integration, insight, understanding, stability and meditation.

Anise

Emotional balance.

Apple Blossom

Happiness, love and friendship.

Basil

for Concentration, assertiveness, decisiveness, trust, integrity, enthusiasm, mental clarity, cheerfulness, confidence, courage to attract fidelity, love, good luck, sympathy, and wealth.

Bay

to facilitate the psychic powers, and to induce prophetic dream visions.

Bayberry

Protection, prosperity, happiness, control and to attract money.

Benzoin

Astral projection, purification, clears negative energy, emotional balance, eases sadness, depression, weariness, grief, anger and anxiety.

Bergamot

for Money, prosperity, uplifting of spirits, joy, protection, concentration, alertness, confidence, balance, strength, courage, motivation and assertiveness

Blue Berry

to keep unwanted influences away from your home and property.

Cardamom

Mental clarity, concentration, confidence, courage, enthusiasm and motivation.

Carnation

Protection, strength, healing, love and lust, traditionally used for healing.

Cedar

Burned for purification, to stimulate or strengthen the psychic powers, attract love, prevent nightmares, healing, purification, protection, money, balance, grounding, clarity, insight and wisdom.

Chamomile

harmony, peace, calm, spiritual, and inner peace.

Cherry

to attract and stimulate love.

Cinnamon

Stimulation, wealth, prosperity, business success, strength, lust, healing, to attract money, stimulate and strengthen the psychic powers and to aid in healing. To gain wealth and success.

Citron:

Burned in rituals to aid healing and also to strengthen psychic powers.

Citronella

Cleansing, warding off, healing.

Clove

Pain relief, intellectual stimulation, business success, wealth, prosperity, divination, exorcism, protection, eases fears, improves memory and focus.

Coconut

Burn for protection and purification.

Copal

for love, purification, uplifting spirits, protection, spirituality, and to attract love.

Cypress

strength, comfort, healing, eases anxiety and stress, self-assurance, confidence, physical vitality, willpower and concentration.

Damiana

Burned to facilitate psychic visions.

Dittany of Crete

astral projection and divination.

Dragon’s Blood

protection, purification, courage, dispel negativity, attract love, enhance psychic awareness.

Elecampane

Burned to strengthen the clairvoyant powers and scrying abilities.

Eucalyptus

Healing, purification and protection.

Frankincense

Spirituality, astral strength, protection, consecration courage, dispel negativity, aid to meditation, induce psychic visions and attract good luck.

Frangipani

Burn to brighten your home with friendship and love.

Gardenia

Peace, love and healing.

Ginger

Wealth, lust and love.

Hibiscus

Divination, love and lust to attract love.

Honeysuckle

money, happiness, friendship, healing, for good health, luck, and psychic power.

Hyacinth

Happiness and protection.

Jasmine

love, money, dreams, purification, wisdom, skills, astral projection, to attract love and money, for luck in general, especially in matters relating to love.

Juniper

calming, protection, healing, to increase psychic powers and to break the curses and hexes cast by evil.

Lavender

Cleansing, healing, love, happiness, relaxation, to induce rest and sleep, and to attract love.

Lemon

Healing, love and purification.

Lemongrass

mental clarity.

Lilac

soothing, increase psychic powers and to attract harmony into one’s life.

Lotus

elevates mood, protection, spirituality, healing, meditation for inner peace and outer harmony, to aid in meditation and open the mind’s eye.

Mace

to stimulate or increase psychic powers.

Mint

to increase sexual desire and attract money.

Musk

aphrodisiac, prosperity, courage, creates a sensual atmosphre. For courage and vitality, or to heighten sensual passion.

Myrrh

Spirituality, meditation, healing and consecration. An ancient incense for protection, healing, purification and spirituality.

Nutmeg

Burned to aid meditation, stimulate or increase the psychic powers and attract prosperity.

Oakmoss

To attract money.

Orange

Divination, love, luck, money.

Patchouli

money, growth, love, mastery, sensuality to attract money and love, and also to promote fertility.

Passionflower

For peace of mind, this sweet scent will soothe troubles and aid in sleep.

Peppermint

Energy, mental stimulant, healing.

Pine

grounding, strength, cleansing, healing and to attract money.

Poppy Seeds

Burned to promote female fertility, and to attract love, good luck, and money.

Rose

Love, house blessing, fertility, healing to increase courage, induce prophetic dreams, and attract love to return calm energies to the home.

Rose

Geranium courage and protection.

Rosemary

remembrance, memory, energy, healing to purify, aid in healing, prevent nightmares, preserve youthfulness, dispel depression.

Rue

Burned to help restore health.

Sage

wisdom, clarity and purification.

Sandalwood

Spirituality, healing, protection, astral projection to heal and protect, also for purification.

Strawberry

Love, luck and friendship.

Sweet Pea

Friendship, love and courage.

Tangerine

A solar aroma used to attract prosperity.

Vanilla

Lust, mental alterness, stimulate amorous appetites and enhance memory.

Vetivert

Money, peace and love.

Violet

Wisdom, luck, love, protection and healing.

Yarrow

For courage.

Ylang-Ylang

For love, harmony and euphoria.

Pink Hot Chocolate Milk - A Self-Love Potion

A potion for self love. Take as a ‘self love pick-me-up.

Ingredients: 

  • ½ c. Strawberry Nesquick or other strawberry milk flavour (add more to taste if desired.
    Strawberry represents love, sweetness, passion, softness, and warmth.
  • 1 c. white chocolate chips
    Chocolate represents sexual and non-sexual euphoria, communication, love, desire, and acceptance. White chocolate is a ‘whiter’ version of this.
  • ¾ c. instant dry milk
    Milk represents, peace, fertility, a healthy body, and having plenty.
  • ½ pkg instant white chocolate pudding (3.3 oz)

Instructions:

Grind up white chocolate chips. Freezing them first helps. Mix all ingredients together, using about three teaspoons per cup or water, milk, or coconut milk.

Without saying a word in response, Ash pulled at the lapels of his leather jacket to bring him closer before roughly pressing her mouth back over his.

Johnny smiled against her lips; eyes still at half-mast as he took her in once more as she kissed him.

Any previous trepidation or fear about whatever was to come tonight had silently drifted away; replaced with love and admiration for this girl who changed his life for the better. There would be no telling what to completely expect or if it would go right, but what was life without a little risk? If neither of them took any, they probably never would have ended up together, yet here they are almost a year later. All Johnny knew for that whatever happened tonight – he was going to embrace it.

With that thought, his eyes slipped closed and he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.

                                       (KEEP READING)

I once met a guy whose blue sweater highlighted his eyes, and his smile highlighted mine. I once met a guy who laughed at me when I’d try to get on my tippy toes to be taller than him.
He was funny,smart, dorky and awkward. But all in the cutest kind of ways. His touch was soft and loving before he even knew it, and his eyes begged to be loved again. He hadn’t yet known he needed me, but told me he loved me just after a few weeks. After that, his personality unthawed and began budding like spring flowers after a brutal winter; delicately, and not all at once. Even now she watches him grow, silently smiling, helping carefully when needed. His taste grew sweeter as the words she wanted to hear, flowed out smoothly, bouncing off his tongue. The intimate time we spent together soaked like fine wine, as time passed it gained so much than what it started out to be. We were in the deepest and hardest parts of love.
What makes or breaks a relationship is the power of adjustment. The feeling of a ship in a hurricane. Undoubtably tough, but he was always willing to fight, and I had grabbed on never planning on letting go, the storm would pass and they’d balance in beautiful harmony. It was, and is, the greatest euphoria. It is in you, it is in me, and that too will bloom its own flower, and always stay necessary to the universe.
—  April 26, 2017
scars [peter parker]

Originally posted by peterparkerimagine


warnings: mentions of sex, heavy make out, a bit of sadness in the beginning

request: @pradabiatch655 

word count: 1655


    Today had been one of the worst days of your life.

    It had started out just like any other day, you walked to school beside your boyfriend of two years, Peter Parker. The two of you always walked to school every morning, seeing as you lived in apartments that were close together. It was almost like a tradition for the two of you; meeting at the corner of the two of your building, before walking the fifteen minutes it took to get to school.

    Once the two of you had arrived at school, everything went downhill, fast.

    The moment you stepped into your first period class, your stomach had turned sideways, feeling as though your guts were turning themselves inside out. It felt as though something bad was going to happen as soon as you sat in your desk.

    And something bad was happening, indeed.

    Sitting in the cold, wooden desk aside Peter, you lowered your arm so that you could grab ahold of your bag. Pulling out a pencil, you straightened your back and relaxed into the seat. Raising your eyes, you noticed your teacher standing at the front of the room, a stack of paper in his hands.

    Pop quiz.

    An hour later, there were tears in your eyes, as you knew that you had down awful on the quiz. With the grade that you already had, this quiz would have decided your grade for the next few weeks.

    And that was not the end of the story.

    By the end of the school day, you had taken three tests, been bullied by the most popular girls in school, and tripped into the mud outside the school’s front doors on the way home. Now, you stood in front of Peter’s apartment, tears in your eyes. The cold, salty tears stung your dulled eyes as you knocked on his front door. Peter opened a few moments later, his body wrapped in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. His wide eyes scanned your shivering frame before he was immediately grabbing you by your waist. He pulled you into his chest, strong arms wrapping around your hips. You inhaled his familiar scent as he pulled you closer to his chest, something that seemed almost impossible. The teen in front of you seemed sympathetic, his eyes filled with sadness and his heart filled with hurt.

    If Peter was being honest, when he saw the tears in your eyes, he was filled with a sudden rage. He wanted to find whoever had done this to you and use his newfound powers to show them that they should never hurt you. The teenage, human spider hated that you were in pain, even if it were not physical.

    Peter pulled you out of the rain, his grip never leaving your body. He pulled you into his apartment with strong hands guiding you to his room. He ducked past his Aunt May, trying to avoid her pestering questions, wanting nothing more than to get you warm and happy.

    When he reached his room, he grabbed a pair of his old sweats and a large shirt of his. He handed them to you, not uttering a word before gently pushing on the small of your back. He pushed you towards his bathroom, letting you get changed out of your wet clothes and into his fresh, warm ones. While you changed, Peter moved across his room, turning on his television screen. He let the vibrant screen play quietly in the background of his room for a few moments before he grabbed a movie beside the television. He pushed it into the slot of the screen before moving back to his bedside, moving the blankets and bunching them up in order to make part of a fort.

    When you exited Peter’s bathroom, you were surprised to see what he had done. Your eyes scanned the small room and laid them upon Peter’s figure; he was sorting the blankets and pushing pillows to the side of his bed so that there would be room for the two of you.

    Making a sound from the back of your throat, you alerted Peter of your presence. The teen turned his attention in your direction, his eyes immediately falling upon your frame. His chocolate brown eyes took in your broken stature; scrubby, red eyes, sunken-in frame, and wet, knotted hair.

    “Oh, baby,” Peter spoke sadly, moving the distance to take you back into his arms. He let your forehead fall against his broad chest, new tears soaking his sweatshirt. Peter rubbed small circles into your back, his head laying atop of yours, breathing in your scent. He let you cry for a few more minutes before he pulled you towards his bed. He layed you down in front of him, letting him lay behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him. The position felt natural, as if he were meant to lay beside you.

    For the next hour or so, you and Peter cuddled into each other and watched movies, letting you get more comfortable.

    While you were focused on the movie, you did not see Peter watching you. You did not notice Peter’s eyes as he scanned your face with adoration in his eyes. He watched your eyes as they crinkled when you laughed, and the way that your lips curled at the end when you smiled. His eyes shined and reflected immense happiness when you smiled, grinning happily when you did. His eyes roamed every inch of your face, from the scars and lines. He knew that you did not like the scars and acne marks on your face. You claimed that they were ugly; that they made you look different and not perfect.

    But Peter thought differently.

    He thought the marks made you beautiful. He thought they made you look strong; as if you had survived through hell and much more. Peter thought that scars were not a sign of imperfection; they were a sign of strength and beauty. He loved the scars on your body, even if you did not.

    Lifting his hand, he let the tip of his index finger trail along the scar behind your ear, dropping it to follow the short line to its end. He moved his hand again, towards another one of your scars. It was one caused by acne, a scar that you hated because it was on your face, right underneath your cheekbone.

    When you felt the tip of his finger trail across his face, you turned, watching Peter as he stared at your face. His chocolate brown orbs gazed into your eyes, taking in every feature of your face with complete and utter awe. His lips twisted into a smile as he watched you take in his features as he did to you.

    With one final look, Peter lowered his lips until they were inches away from yours, “You are so gorgeous, love.”

    You shook your head with a blush, before you leaned up to connect your lips to his. Peter responded almost immediately, his lips moving against yours. He tilted his head so that his lips could slot against yours in a smoother fashion. You groaned against his lips, moving your lips faster so that you could keep up with him. Peter moved, his back muscles shifting as he let you fall back against his bed sheets. You sighed happily, complete euphoria and love rushing over your body.

    This was Peter Parker.

    The man you had loved since the day you met him.

    The man you would love for the rest of your life.

    You moved, your back lying flat against the sheets of Peter’s bed. Your hands clutched the sides of Peter’s face, one pulling itself through his hair with a groan. Peter smiled against your lips, his contagious personality rubbing off, causing you to smile as well.

    “God, I love you,” Peter groans. His hips roll into yours for a short moment, eliciting a moan from your mouth. He continues to roll his lips into yours, sighs of happiness and love coming from both your mouths.

    To anyone other person, the scene may have looked like two people wrapped up in lust and euphoria.

    However, that was not what was happening.

    No, this was different.

    This was something bigger; something pure and beautiful. Something that no one could have predicted, a motion that most people would never achieve in their entire lives. This was something that made the stormy days brighter, and the bad days just a little bit happier. It was the sort of thing that made your stomach flutter with excitement and your heart beat just a little bit faster. It made your eyes shine brighter and your steps feel lighter. This thing made you happy, sad, and excited all at the same time; the simple mention of it made you nervous and happy all at once.

    It was love.

    This love was the feeling in your stomach when Peter mumbled how much he loved you; it was the feeling of Peter’s lips against yours. Love was the ache in your gut as Peter’s hips rolled against yours.

    And most of all, it was what you felt for Peter; and similarly, it was what he felt for you.

Muse - “Crazy Hypotheticals”

oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!! an update!!!!!!! finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i’m so sorry this took forever it’s almost 5am as i’m writing this and i love u and i really hope u like it because if you don’t or do, pls let me know bc my heart grows when you do and if u hate it i still wanna hear from ya bc i love a good roast !!!!
also: i hit 200 followers and i know it may not seem like much to some of you but i’m so new here and your support as been OVERWHELMING i absolutely adore all of you thank you thank you thank you thank you
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ANYWAYS PLS ENJOY THIS AND HAPPY OSCARS YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR UR LOVE AND SUPPORT AND *WIPING TEARS* I JUST LOVE U A LOT OK HERE WE FCKIN GO

summary: *to the tune of ‘what’s this’ from a nightmare b4 christmas* first date? first date!! there’s magic in the air! first date, firs- wait!!!! Karen, what should i wear!!!!!!!!!!
word count: 5600+ lmao kill me 
warnings: swearing !! as per usual i’m sorry yall i cannot help myself - also drinking, bad dancing, some terrible spanglish!!! lots of stuttering !!!! terribly formatted texting + facetime, lots of dopey smiles + way too many commas


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