A whole morning wasted, a whole day ahead
Yet all I’ll be doing is laying in bed
A whole morning wasted, a whole day ahead
Yet all I’ll be doing is laying in bed
The new update
Is dope
All of a sudden, the sky is cloudy, and boom, it’s raining where I am. The. Rest. Of. The. Day.
So I made a sort of angry poem about the shit that went down in Charlottesville, and it’s kind of cringey but I’m kind of proud of it? I figure, what the hell, so I’m posting it. And anyway, I think it could very nicely be incorporated into a curse, it was in fact inspired by a sigil, but I don’t think they fit together.
“Your favorite game is killing us.
Your favorite toy is fire,
But now the hand that fed you
Is the one that feeds my ire.
The torches that you wielded
Had your wrath in show of flames.
Now I control the power,
And I control the pain.
Trapped in all your hatred,
You may never learn,
But men who play with matches
Are the men who always burn.
So burn in all your evil.
Burn with all your kin.
And may the saluting hand
Never light a torch again.”

Working on some eclipse stuff 👌🏾
I’m working on a witchy thing that basically required me to put pain on paper. So I wrote down four years of angst on four pages of paper in about 20 minutes. Feels great tbh
Just spent three hours looking for a safe YouTube to MP3 converter and none of them are fucking safe lmao
Sorry I haven’t been on the past few days. School started and it’s been hectic.
In other news, I just did a real-deal workout for the first time, way more intense than a beginner should have (because my friends are experts at peer pressure), and then I had to mow the lawn on top of that. My mom said I won’t even be able to move tomorrow. Or Monday, a day that I have school. So I’m fucked 👍🏾
The more I read Tuesday’s with Morrie, the more cynical I become. This book is having the opposite intended effect on me

Spell in progress☺️