bvlgaria:

Yiqing Yin Haute Couture F/W 2013/14

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magickthyst:

witchy things to-do when struggling with your mental health. 💛✨🌷🌙

my anxiety and depression can take over my life some days, and i personally find doing absolutely nothing makes it so much worse. now this is just ME!! i don’t expect everyone who struggles with mental health problems to feel the same, but for those of you who do and find keeping yourself busy to be beneficial, i put together this list. enjoy lovelies, blessed be 💛


having a really rough, incredible hard to manage day:

✨ grab a glass of water! squeeze some lemon in it for a lil extra growth + happiness or cucumber for healing.

✨ make yourself some food! even something as small as cereal, a cup of tea, grab a cup of yogurt. if you’re up to it, draw a sigil with some honey or milk, bless your food with a lil extra love + protection.

✨ light a candle! (if you’re able to safely) check out THIS POST to see some color correspondents if you’re lookin to bring a lil something extra into your life

✨ burn some incense! (if you’re able to safely) check out THIS POST for some correspondents.

✨ draw a sigil on yourself or carry one with you! if you don’t feel like you could make your own, there are plenty of ones on witchblr/the internet that you could use

✨ hold onto/carry/sit close to a crystal(s) that corresponds with something you need! check out THIS POST for some more info on that!

✨ play some music that make you feel empowered! if you’re up to it, put together a playlist.


having a somewhat decent day:

🌷 make your bed! cleanse it with sage, incense, spray some water, bless it. simply visualize all negativity leaving your blankets/pillows/sheets as you make it up.

🌷 choose clothes or makeup/nail polish in colors that correspond with, like i said above, things you’re lookin for a lil bit more of!

🌷 take a shower! think of it as a cleansing ritual. shampooing? washing out all negativity. conditioning? putting positivity back in. washing your body? be ridding of all bad feelings and thoughts.

🌷 do a face mask! you can make your own including (skin safe) ingredients with correspondents of things you need, or buy a pre made one.

🌷 meditate! this isn’t something that works easily for everyone, but if it’s something you’re able to do it’s incredibly calming and can put you in a peaceful mind set.

🌷 make some tea! check out THIS POST for some tea correspondences.

🌷 have a talk with your personal deity (if you have one) or even the God/Goddess is you’re wiccan! this could provide a lot of comfort, especially when a chat like this doesn’t put much pressure or judgement onto you.

🌷 take a nature walk if the weather is in your favor. appreciate the beauty around you and take in the trees, flowers, sun, etc.

🌷 if you have them, do a tarot reading! PLEASE try and find a self love spread or something of the sorts to give yourself a positive outcome and something that won’t trigger your mental health.


having a pretty good day but still strugglin a smidge:

🌙 work on your book of shadows/grimoire if you have one! learn about something new and dedicate a little bit of your day to that.

🌙 take time to clean your room! cleanse your space. i find myself feeling so down when i’m in a messy room, taking time to clean everything out creates such a fresh and new feeling!

🌙 rearrange your altar if you have one! i find it to be very peaceful to sit at it and just play around with how i’d like it to be setup (if you’re comfortable with changing it of course)

🌙 do some kitchen witchcraft! for those of you who find joy out of it, working on a new recipe or trying something out for the first time is so exciting and fun!

🌙 create a new spell or potion! make a sigil or two! preform some bad asa witchcraft like the incredible witch you are.

🌙 sit down and create a gratitude list! i know on hard days it’s difficult to feel appreciation for things, so when you’re having a better day try to take some time and think about it. give yourself something to look back on when you’re not feeling too great.


i love you all, i wholeheartedly hope this post inspires you to take care of yourself even that much more. enjoy lovelies 💛

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aplaceofhisown:

A powerful but benevolent water spirit lives here.

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arthursevestre:

“This truly is the Devil’s answer
Carved from the tongue of this romancer
This truly is the Devil’s answer
That all his children use to kiss“ - Eros et Thanatos, comme d’hab.

afro-elf:

college is just the worst opinions you’ve ever heard being counted as participation points

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Q

gardenroach asked:

Wondering how the word gypsy is a racial slur? Why are you referring to it as the G word when it literally means a free spirited traveller. What is so offensive about that?

A

takingbackourculture:

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Let me tell you a story, ignorant one. 

Once upon a time, there were a group of people migrating from northern India and Pakistan after the invasion “of the Persian Muslims who have since settled in Trukey, all of Europe, and the Americas These people are called the Rromani.” (x)

Once the pale bird feces people of Europe came into contact with the Rromani, they believed them to hail from Egypt, thus calling them Gypsies. 

Now about what disgusting white people like you have been trying to turn this racial slur into. There is nothing about being a free spirited traveller if you’re called such a word. What is up with white people romanticizing everything to make it seem all nice and rainbows for them?

“They were not nomadic by choice. They moved around because they had to… they were persecuted everywhere they went, and still are, to this day. They were persecuted alongside the Jews in the Holocaust – the Roma & Sinti”. They were forced to have this sort of nomadic lifestyle because “no country wanted them there”. (x)

Let’s not forget these lovely things Rromani people did and still go through because of who they are:

  • “Forced sterilization (yes, it is still happening)
  • Eviction
  • Harassment (by law enforcement as well as civilians)
  • Fingerprinting (this is happening in Italy right now – all Romani people are being fingerprinted, simply because our race is considered ‘criminal’)
  • Concentration camps
  • Starvation
  • Exclusion from public schools and welfare programs
  • Bombings (it is not uncommon in places like the Czech Republic for people to throw molotov cocktails into the windows of Romani homes)” (x)

“First and foremost: THE WORD “GYPSY” IS AN ETHNIC SLUR. It is a pejorative. It is an exonym that is hurtful and offensive. You need to accept this, period.

We are NOT your halloween costume. We are NOT your flowy skirt. We are NOT your fashion sense. We are NOT your wanderlust. We are NOT ‘boho.’

Gypsy is not fashion. Gypsy is not traveling. Gypsy is not a headband or a costume, or boho, or a long skirt.

Gypsy is a hurtful ethnic slur used to refer to the Romani people.

We cannot seem to emphasize this enough to people. This word is a slur. It was created to be a slur. Its meaning does not change. It will always be a slur. It will always be offensive.

‘The word is not yours. It’s ours. We can use it as we see fit. You cannot.’ - biggadjeworld 

We are a real people, with traditions, culture, and colorful heritage that spans centuries.” (x)

The “x”s in the post refer to sources you can click on and educate yourself with. On those pages, there are more links to become familiar to this slur and the Rromani people.

Also, don’t forget to stop by thisisnotromani!

- Jess

links313:

Femininity and masculinity in one picture.

Fot. Berlin, Die Neue Frau, Zwei Garconne, um 1927.

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Not easy not easy

Things that seem easy to my parents

Like not pulling out my hair

Like getting out of bed in the morning

Like remembering important things

Do not come easily to me

When I get anxious

I tug on my hair

Feeling the texture of each strand

Then pulling the ones that are the least straight

Here is where I Insert a metaphor about being queer and internalized homophobia

Because honestly my hair parallels my sexuality

Disheveled, wild, and slightly abused

Regardless

It feels good to get rid of the crooked hairs

When I think too much about it

I cry

Mostly because of the way I see it affects my parents

The concern in me revolves around whether they are upset that I am anxious or upset that I am creating a larger and larger bald patch at the back of my head

Do you hurt people by being sick or by being ugly? Or both?

Another thing that doesn’t come easy to me is being awake

For some reason participating in life has been hard for the last few years

I dont even care about my dreams

Mostly, they are disinteresting regurgitations of my realities and some mornings I wake up feeling more of whatever it was i went to sleep with

Go to sleep sad, wake up depressed

Go to sleep anxious, wake up in a panic

Go to sleep content, wake up hypomanic

The idea of leaving my bed seems violent

I know it isn’t

But I feel like the forces of capitalism and productivity and power conspire against me every night

Awaken me with a fright

Throw me into my car

And bring my heavy eyelids and open mouth to work or school or whereveritisineedtogo

It has become dangerous to be in the world in this disconnected state

I dont know what this lack of connection to reality is, but I do know I have vague memories of feeling this way while also passionately talking with peers and friends

I don’t know if I am stuck in the in between or if I am down there with everyone else

which parts of my memories are real or emotional renderings of what it means to be existing in this mixed state

What do you see when you see me?

Because I am jumping jacks

Always flailing

Always jiggling

Always up and down

Sometimes the index finger

Sometimes the sneakered left foot

Sometimes the whole body

Always moving

Always changing

Never able to catch my breath and evaluate how the fuck It is that i feel today

And now is as good a time as ever

To discuss the thing that comes hardest to me

Remembering

Accurately

Or

At

All

What it is that he did to me that night

What it is that I said to her before she left

How it is that I keep finding myself here

Never alone

But always feeling alone

Never dead

But always dying

Always trying

Always striving

Always working

Never catching up

Even when my dreams think I did