Why I strongly encourage witches to try recycling a book instead of buying a blank journal
So my grimoire is a recycled book with the pages either painted over with gesso or various matte acrylic colors. It’s one big hot mess….and I LOVE it.
The reason I did this was simple. In previous years (especially early stages) I kept changing my grimoire because it no longer “fit” my mental aesthetic for what a witch’s grimoire should look like…or whatever you want to call it.
And also…..because I kept “messing up”
Y'all know what I’m talking about. I know you do.
I had all these journals that I bought or made and they all had these stark white pages and I constantly feared messing things up/ruining it/ having to start over ect. And that’s what happened. I kept “messing up” and it pissed me off.
But when my pages are already “messed up” (painted over) there’s no fear. If I don’t like it, I paint over , paste over or even occasionally completely rip out the page. And if there’s something on the back I want to keep, I paste it in a new blank spot, or use it to paste over another spot I’m no longer happy with.
It looks like my grimoire doesn’t have much truthfully, but this bitch as been through a LOT 😂
Fellow witches, and baby witches especially, I encourage you to try recycling a book for your grimoire if you keep getting stuck. OR at the very least, use these methods in your current grimoire. “Mess it up” before hand so you can’t ACTUALLLY mess it up. The pahe is already stained. Just add in to the mess.
Remember, this won’t be your last and only grimoire. Each time I started a new one (I think I maybe finished 1 or 2 small ones?) I transfer over the workings that’ve worked for me in the past. Currently that’s all that I have. And in comparison to the 300 some odd pages my book is currently made from? It looks like NOTHING. And that’s great because all the more room for me to keep shaping myself and my craft and add more stuff!
Let your grimoire be a place of exploration and mistakes.
I promise you it’s okay :)
Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet.
Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.
A/N: Hi guys! This is a little something I’ve been working on lately. It’s only gonna be a few parts and I hope you enjoy it!
“Whoa, hey there doll, what’s the rush?”
Quickly checking if you hadn’t dropped anything, to avoid any more embarrassment on the first day on your new job, you looked up at the man you’d just crashed (face-planted) into.
You really couldn’t wait until you graduated. Just one and a half more years, and you would be out of this hell-hole for good.
The autumn term of year 11 had begun only a few days ago, and your math teacher had blasted through at least three new concepts. You hoped that someone would be there to help you, but even your friend, Kim Jisoo, seemed to be struggling as much as you were.
Hi Lu, first of all I love your work! Second could you right a Doctor Strange x reader smut in which the reader, after the events in Hong Kong, helps Strange to continue his training (they have some sort of feelings for each other) and they are playing a game where for every spell Strange can’t cast he has to take one of his clothes off. Also would you mind answer privately thanks!
Triggers: Smut. Minor angst because Reader is Self-Conscious. Dirty talk.
Word Count: 1594
You hummed as you went through the books, the cloak supporting you in the air. “Maybe something a bit more tricky.” You muttered to yourself.
“What are you two doing?” Stephen asked, taking in the sight of you. You were casually sitting in the air while the cloak made a seat below you.
“Looking for some more spells for you to try out. C'mon. You’re the one that wanted help, Strange,” You huffed out, before smirking. “Unless you think you can’t actually do some of these? If not, it’s okay to be weak.”
Stephen’s eyebrow twitched and he sighed. “Fine but get down from there. You’ll get hurt, Y/N,” He called out.