will. i am

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Original spread post by @violetwitchcraft.

I bought The Wild Wood Tarot deck about a year ago. It wasn’t until after it arrived that I felt strongly that I was not ready to use it yet. This week has been a lot for me, and I am currently on the cusp of a big decision. When I saw the “Am I Being a Dick” spread, I overwhelmingly felt that it was time to find my deck.

This spread could not have been more accurate. I felt incredibly in tune with my self, the cards, and the universe. I feel corny saying so, especially considering this is my first reading, but I believe that the cards I pulled are all hugely significant. And I found my answer: I’m not being a dick. My reaction is justified. I am sure of my decision.

I feel that it will be too personal to write out my interpretation of the cards here, but I think this will be the perfect opportunity to start a tarot journal. I’m excited to continue learning about this, and I am thrilled with this beautiful deck.

really tho i’m so tired of seeing those posts that r like “stop trying for people who don’t show any effort” because like…….idk bout any of u but i’m emotionally n mentally screwed and sometimes it is very -very- hard for me to show someone that i genuinely want their time and attention because the only thing my mind is set to when trying to get close to them is ‘don’t get too close. they’ll hurt u. push urself away. be distant. whats the point if they’ll only leave anyway.’ and i can’t help that…..? i mean yea i’m trying to get better with it but seeing those posts jus make me feel like such shit for it, its so tiring lol

anonymous asked:

victuuri playing i am bread and victor just staring at the screen swearing in Russian™ while yuuri just snorts in the bg.... our wedding will be bread themed (i LOAF you ;)) -spouse#50

if you guys haven’t seen michael and gavin play i am bread you haven’t lived

“So we’re trying to become toast,” Yuuri explains, and points at the screen. “So we have to make it to the toaster.”

Victor has never been much for video games—he wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t for the fact that Yuuri is sitting distractingly close to him, his ankle continuously brushing against Victor’s own. “This is seriously a game that people pay money for?”

He nods. “Phichit and I used to play it all the time. It’s good for bonding. Okay, come on. You can control the top half of the bread.”

A few minutes later, they are invested.

“Yuuri!” Victor shouts as they’re about to tumble off of a wall. “Yuuri, hold on. You’d better–Yuuri! You let go!”

“The grip ran out,” he sighs, and takes his hand off of the keyboard. “I’m sorry.”

“We were so close,” Victor mumbles, pulling Yuuri onto his lap and lacing his fingers on his torso, burying his face in the back of his shoulder. “So close to finally becoming toast.”

“So you admit it’s a good game?”

“A great game. Let’s play again.”