to be beautiful means to be yourself

anonymous asked:

i read a lot of your fics and i was feeling so down because im not half as amazing as u but then i realized youre 9 years older than me and now i can look at it as more of a motivation. do you have any fanfic or general writing advice other than to just keep writing?

Oh love! I’m so glad you noticed the age difference before you got too down on yourself!!! Nine years is a long time, that’s for sure. I mean, heck, I’ve grown so much as a writer in just the last year, so in nine? You’ve got such an incredible journey ahead of you and I am SO excited for you to undertake it! It will be so beautiful and affirming to look back on your writing over the years and see how much you’ve grown. Even if we start out in the most amazing place, we can only get better from there :D

As for advice, I hate to say but “keep writing” is absolutely the single best way to get better, and to have more fun. Unfortunately, it’s also the hardest thing to do! There will be times life will get you down or things will get busy, or hard, or your brain will tell you it’s not worth it to take the time, but my best advice to you is to power through that whenever you can. <3 It is always worth it to take the time, and I’ll always regret the years I spent not writing. If you can avoid any of those years yourself, do so! You’ll be much farther along by the time you’re my age! That being said, and as I’ve said before, be kind to yourself too. You can’t force creativity to happen, nor should you force yourself to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Whenever those times hit you that it just stops being fun, set it aside for a few days, a few weeks if you have to. Writing should always be fun, above everything else (even when it’s torture, haha!)

Otherwise my advice is just to be true to what you want to write. Don’t just write something because you think other people will like it, or because someone asked you to or because you started it so you think you should finish it. Write what you want to write, what you want to see on paper. You’re the master of your own story (both in a literal and figurative sense) and you should only ever devote yourself to what you’re passionate about. There’s no shame in abandoning projects, in leaving things as works in progress forever. If you’ve posted it, some people might get upset, but in the end this is your life and time and energy, and you are under no obligation to fill any quotas (until you get your first book deal, of course haha!)

And along those lines, you can totally 100 percent steal from yourself. Pillage your old WiPs for ideas, or for metaphors/lines/imagery you really liked, or for characters that you can transplant into a new setting. It allows you to take the best bits of the things you’ve worked on and turn them into something new and lovely. :D

I wish you the best of luck on your writing journey. It’s going to be amazing, and you’re going to have so much fun, and you should be SO so proud of yourself for writing. Goodness knows I’m proud of you! <3 

anonymous asked:

You are awesome! You make me smile. You are beautiful. You are a NICE GUY and deserve more than this. Guys like you are a gift. Unlike some girls on here laughing at "nice guys", you aren't a joke. Guys like you aren't a joke. It's mean and cruel that girls think that.. And I have to see it on my feed. Like wow. So thank you for being you and for being awesome. It's way more than what those laughing girls currently have for a relationship.

Ty for being awesome yourself!!! Nice guys finish last and patience is a virtue. I have no idea whats on your Tumblr feed, but that kind of negativity need to be unfollowed.

i really REALLY wish the body positive movement had been “you don’t have to look good or be beautiful or pretty to be worth something and to make things happen for yourself and to be happy” rather than “everyone is beautiful!! don’t worry you’re still hot even if you’re not ‘conventionally attractive!!” bc that still puts this superficial idea of ‘hotness’ and ‘beauty’ on a pedestal when really it shouldn’t matter at all it’s literally just our outer meat sack it means nothing it’s going to rot anyway

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Things have been crazy lately so I just wanted to take a moment and remind you to love yourself because you are important!  No matter who you are or where you come from! Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise!

I decided to make a step by step “How-to Jenny’s Witchy Brew” for Self Love ~ Rose Soy Milk Tea <3

Things you will need:

-Rose Tea: I get mine at 99 Ranch Market but it’s essentially just dried rose hips so if you have rose hips that you can dry out, that will work too! You will want to use 6-8 rose buds, the more you add the stronger the flavor!

-Organic Soy Milk: This can be regular milk or almond milk, I prefer unsweetened organic soy milk. If you decide to use soy make sure it’s organic! Brands such as ‘Silk’ isn’t good, even if they claim it’s organic, for some reason it burns and wont cook right. It’s gotta be the real deal! For this recipe you only need 1 cup.

-Honey: Any kind of organic honey will do, if you have herbal honey that’s even better for adding more florals to your tea! I usually add about 2-3 teaspoons, but feel free to add to taste!

-Cinnamon & Nutmeg: This is optional! I like to add just a pinch of both spices to add a little kick to my tea. If you don’t care for spice try ¼ teaspoon of vanilla extract instead!

-Sugar: This is also optional, I like my tea to be a little on the sweet side & since we are using organic unsweetened soy milk it helps to really sweeten it up! I only use barely a ½ teaspoon,  but just add to taste!

-Small Pot

-Mesh Strainer: For removing the flowers once it’s cooked.

-Your Favorite Mug! Mine is a black mug with my astrological sign gold leafed into it!

Before starting, take a moment to close your eyes, clear your mind, breathe deeply through your nose and slowly release through your mouth (do this a few times). Visualize letting go of any negativity or weight you may be carrying on your shoulders…now…

<3 LET’S GET BREWING! <3

1- Pour soy milk into pot, turn heat on low

2- Add rose tea, gently crumble a couple of the buds

3- Add cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar

4- Add desired amount of honey; while you slowly drizzle it in feel free to draw symbols with it such as hearts or infinity symbols- whatever you feel is right for helping to instill your manifestations of self love into your tea!

5- Stir your brew clockwise! While slowly stirring visualize the self love that this tea will bring you & say some positive affirmations about yourself such as:

“I love the person I am, I am strong & caring, I am creative, I am beautiful inside and out…” say whatever best suits your needs for self love and take a moment to appreciate the wonderful person you are! <3

6- Let your tea brew for approximately 10 minutes on low stirring occasionally to prevent scorching. DON’T LET IT BOIL! You want to create an infusion of the flowers which means a longer slower heating process. Boiling will mean scorching the flowers and milk!

7- You’ll notice the rose buds will begin to loose their color, remove your brew from the heat to let it cool and allow the tea to steep for about 3 minutes.

8- Remove roses with mesh strainer and compost.

Enjoy!
As you drink, visualize your tea as a pink white healing light of love and remember your affirmations taking deep breaths in-between each sip! <3

I hope you all enjoyed this & that your tea was delicious & full of positive energy! Feel free to try making this with other flowers which have different properties such as: lavender & chamomile for happiness and relaxation!

Much Love <3

december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
various starters
  • ❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜
  • ❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜
  • ❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜
  • ❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜
  • ❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜
  • ❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜
  • ❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜
  • ❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜
  • ❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜
  • ❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜
  • ❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜
  • ❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜
  • ❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜
  • ❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜
  • ❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜
  • ❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜
  • ❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜
  • ❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜
  • ❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜
  • ❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜
  • ❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜
  • ❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜
  • ❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜
  • ❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜
  • ❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜
  • ❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜
  • ❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜
  • ❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜
  • ❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜
  • ❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜
  • ❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜
  • ❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜
  • ❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜
  • ❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜
  • ❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜
  • ❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜
  • ❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜
  • ❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜
  • ❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜
  • ❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜
  • ❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜
  • ❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜
  • ❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜
  • ❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜
  • ❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜
  • ❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜
  • ❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜

“Finished [the book] already?”

“Oh I couldn’t put it down! Got anything new?”

(I saw Beauty and the Beast today, and honestly, didn’t feel as much of the Disney magic as I wanted to. However…it doesn’t stop inspiration from hitting!)

EULOGY FOR AMERICA

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to say our goodbyes to our dear friend America, who died recently after a brief, intense battle with fascism and a long, slow battle with carbs. Thank you all for coming out to help say farewell. It’s not easy. But at least America died doing what it loved most: deep-frying Halloween candy while white men tried to explain to women what jazz is.

America was sick for a really long time. In the early stages, I think we were all in denial. You could tell that America was unwell—public displays of brutality, deeply internalized prejudice, “Entourage”—but it seemed curable. Just a case of plain old electile dysfunction. We thought that we’d caught the fascism early, but, as we now know, it had metastasized. America was more Florida than country by the end.

America was born right here, in America, and lived here its entire life. America was always about family. It is survived by its similarly ill father, Britain, and its large brood of children: baseball, Google, fireworks, losing your fingers to fireworks, giving your Uber driver only four stars because he talked to you, thinking granola is healthy, Chicago (the place), “Chicago” (the musical), “Chicago” (the movie adaptation of the musical), Chicago (the band), “Chicago Fire,” “Chicago Med,” “Chicago P.D.,” “Chicago Justice,” “Chicago ‘Chicago’ ” (a show about the Chicago production of the musical “Chicago,” coming to NBC this fall), and a bunch of wars.

I’d personally be nowhere without America. America was there when I was born, when I got married, when I saw Janet Jackson’s nipple at the Super Bowl. Remember that? After that happened, none of us slept for days, because we had never seen the pointy part of a boob on our TVs before, and it really upset us. America was really cool that way. It would always get mad when you’d see the pointy part of a boob on a TV. I’m gonna miss that.

However, we should not dwell on the loss of our dear country, friend, and place where all the Cheesecake Factories and Lids stores are. Today, let’s celebrate America’s life, and remember all of the remarkable things it accomplished and how many actors playing Spider-Man who keep getting cuter and younger were inside of it. America gave us so much. And, boy, did it look good for its age. America was two hundred and forty-one years old when it died, but it didn’t look a day over a hundred and sixty-four! It looked so young, it could’ve been the very same America that put its own citizens in internment camps!

America got a bunch of things really right. Mostly how to put food inside other food. Anyone can just eat a chicken. But in a duck?! In a turkey?! In a gun?! No one is going to forget the Turduckenun any time soon. America was so inventive that way. And, I mean, everyone does silly stuff when they’re young. America was beautiful, too. Sure, it was a little lumpy, and you could always see its Florida through its pants, but it just got hotter with age. So hot. It was so, so hot by the time it died. Almost too hot to live in.

If there’s anything we should take away from this tragedy, it’s that you should always check yourself for fascism, especially around your midsection. It’s easy enough to do in the shower. If you catch it early, it can be cleared up with a rigorous regimen of local elections and books and yoga. But America was cocky. Nothing bad had ever happened to it before! It assumed this fascism would pass, just like the Second World War and “Entourage” had.

What a shame. America was just the best damn country in the whole U.S.A. I’m sorry that I’m getting choked up. I get really emotional when I think of America, and also I took too big of a bite of Turduckenun and it got lodged in my windpipe. We will all miss America greatly. Every time I see an American flag or a gun, I’ll think of America. But we can all rest easy knowing America is in a better place now: Russia.

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Happy 23rd birthday to the beautiful, kind, humble and hardworking Jackson Wang! 

Words can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me and so many others. Though you don’t know it, you’ve helped me go through so many hard times by just being yourself and bringing me comfort with just a smile. I’m always so proud of you and proud to be able to say i’m your fan! Your effort and hard work never go unnoticed and your love and care for your fans is so inspiring and heartwarming - I could never ask for a better person to love. Thank you for staying true and being you Jackson ♥️

small compliments .
  • “You look really pretty today ~”
  • “Do I ever tell you how much you mean to me?”
  • “Those clothes look really good on you~”
  • “Wow, your hair is super nice today!”
  • “Your smile is gorgeous…”
  • “I really love the way you laugh~”
  • “You look beautiful.”
  • “You are doing that cute thing again…”
  • “I saw your snap this morning; you looked gorgeous…”
  • “You’re really good at this, do you know that?”
  • “Oh wow! I am really proud of you!”
  • “I think you did pretty well!”
  • “~You tried, and that’s what matters, right?”
  • “I think you did pretty well, it’s your first time after all!”
  • “You look stunning today.”
  • “This tastes great!!”
  • “Wow… you did this — all by yourself!?”
Reminder

• Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes.
• Just because you don’t look like that model in the magazine, doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful.
• There is a whole industry making major money off you disliking your body.
• You’re allowed to wear what you like regardless of what other people think or say.
• Everyone has stretch marks, cellulite, marks, or blemishes. You are not abnormal.
• Your inner beauty is visible to me from your outside. When you are confident in yourself, it shows.
• Keep doing you, and remember there is no “one way” to be beautiful. Stay strong

Birds in Magic

Originally posted by commander-eagle

Okay Y’all, this took forever, so I hope you like it. If you have anything to add, please do! I left a lot of stuff out, just because I couldn’t find it. *NOTE* these correspondences are tailored to my personal beliefs  

**WARNING**  Please be careful when working with feathers you find yourself, don’t mess with dead birds, and know that on some places, it is illegal to collect feathers you find yourself.   

PEACOCK

Peacocks were thought to be very unlucky, because they resemble an  eye. The eye shape in the Feather represented the evil eye which people were  afraid of. Today the beauty and natural strength of the peacocks are again  recognized. The feathers are specially valued for their multicolored eyes.

CROW

The Crow is one of the animals humans have always been afraid of. A  crow at the window is said to represent the soul of a dead person. Crow  feathers are used for mourning and letting go of unwanted feelings or  situations.

ROBIN

Robins bring the omen of new things coming into one’s life. The  feathers can also be used to induce fertility. Robins laying eggs early in  spring represent abundances in the coming year.

SWAN

The pure white feathers of swans are used to purify and cleanse by  attracting new energy. They represent beauty, grace and goodness. Black swan  feathers can be used to purify of unwanted energy.

NIGHTINGALE

This bird´s feathers are good communication feathers. They help to  tap into the deeper consciousness and can teach sacred wisdom.

HAWK

The feathers of hawks not only hold the active energy of those artful  hunters, but can also be used to identify diseases at skilled hands. Finding  a hawk may mean you need to protect yourself from bad energy

EAGLE

Eagles are thought to be great energy bringers and remind us of the  basic sacredness of all birds. They represent peace and happiness and there  feathers can also drive away harmful energy.

OWL

The owl has always been associated with death, sorcery and the dark  side of life. However they are also associated with knowledge and power. Baby  owls represent curiosity while Adults carry an air of Cunning. Owl feathers  may help bring advancement at any task, or help to clearly find a goal or  objective  

MALE CHICKEN

Cocks were believed to represent light and goodness. There feathers  can also be used as part of weather spells to raise rain and storms.

DOVE

Often, The feathers are used to help bring love, peace and Joy. These  birds are also an omen for a long (or prosperous) life

BLUE JAY

Blue Jays are valued as bringer of light and joy and are said to have  the ability to brighten up even the darkest places. Seeing one while pregnant  means you will have an intelligent child.

COW BIRD

Someone in your life is not good for you. It’s time to seriously  re-evaluate your relationship with this person. Use these fathers in curses  and Hexes- especially those to end relationships.

WOODPECKER

Carrying these feathers will help something you’ve been working hard  for in your life to pay off. If you feel like you aren’t getting somewhere,  seeing a woodpecker means it’s probably time to use another method to achieve  your goals.

SWALLOW

The Feathers of Swallows may be used to help attract luck in some  magic, Likewise, seeing a swallow may mean that it is time to reach out for  help

MOCKINGBIRD

Feathers are used for defensive and protection magic. Seeing one can  mean that it is time to act aggressively in a situation, and seeing one while  pregnant is a sign of a strong-willed child.  

CARDINAL

The Cardinal’s feathers can be used to encourage Courage and good fortune,  but seeing one can often mean that you’re flamboyance or outrageous means of  doing things will get you into trouble. Seeing one while pregnant will mean a  beautiful child.

HUMMING BIRD

These birds represent Faithfulness, but also some over-activity.

Believe it or not, our own self talk is a major contributor to how one feels about them self. Others may make unpleasant remarks or say mean things, but it is ultimately up to us whether we choose to believe it.
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

You must always be yourself no matter what the price. It is the highest form of morality. We should both try to live it. You’ve got to always keep your heart and mind open. You can disguise your emotions you can even numb them and finally you can paralyze them. And that is tragic. Our emotions are the only clues to our identity. The only true meaning in life is passion. The passion to learn, to paint, to love etc. Don’t dare destroy your passion for the sake of others. When you do you’ve lost the beauty of life and that’s what a sin is. By robbing yourself of your very reason to exist you have cheated. You must laugh when you must laugh, you must weep when you must weep, and you must love when you must love.

– Candy Darling, Candy Darling: Memoirs of an Andy Warhol Superstar

All it takes is five minutes. Just a single five minutes of your day to pause, breathe, and centre yourself.

Make sure that your body is taken care of; you’re hydrated, absent of pain, and extracting beautiful energy from the food in your stomach.
Make sure that your mind is nourished as well; you’re genuinely content, happy, or aware that the bad emotions will not last forever. You are able to think clearly, and not only see, but understand the meaning of your life.

Be patient. Nourish your soul. Take care of your body. Become whole.

I don’t say it enough but I am so proud of the unholy trinity.

 
Like, I remember my first Felix video at like, 400.000 subs and I remember watching Mark’s 10.000 sub video and I remember the first time I saw Jack and the whole shoutout winner video.

I remember the first time Mark cried on camera.

I remember how heated Felix used to get.

I remember Sean hiding his loudness and his accent.

Now, my boys, my boys are standing up on their own. 


Mark is a beacon of strength, proving that emotion is strength; and emotion is beautiful. Mark is speaking out about love and respect and spreading messages that will impact this community for the rest of our lives.

Felix is a symbol of resilience, keeping cool through one of the angriest, most hurtful media attacks I’ve ever seen. Felix is proof that we can learn and grow from our mistakes; that no matter what we’ve come from we can change the world.

Sean is the human embodiment of learning to love yourself. Who he is now is completely different from those first few videos. He has shown us self-doubt and weakness being turned into something incredible; beautiful. He has embraced every part of himself and showed millions of other people how to do the same.

I’m proud of a lot of YouTubers, I’m proud of a lot of people, but these three have overcome so much hardship and brought so much light into my life.


These three have shown a generation that it is beautiful to be emotional, it is beautiful to not lash out, to mess up, to apologize. It is beautiful to feel, to be angry, it is beautiful to be yourself, to love yourself.

These three have taught me the meaning of beautiful.