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#recovery spell
grimoiregradient · 2 months
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Healing and Strength Through Transition
A spell jar for times of heartbreak, tragedy, mourning, or any difficult changes such as recovery from addiction, etc.
Ingredients:
Mesquite Leaves for resilience during hardship
Butterfly Wings for graceful acceptance of change
Thyme for healing and good luck
Rosemary for easing of pain, mental clarity, and motivation
Bee's Nest for hard work and dedication
Oak Bark for personal strength
Carnations for healing and courage
Powdered Eggshell for protection during transition
I did not write this spell for the purposes of sharing, it was made to assist with dealing with my own heartbreak and used very specific items I foraged on walks near my apartment and my personal correspondences. I did not harm any butterflies or bees to get them! If you plan to use my recipe but can't find the items, I would suggest the following substitutions:
honey or a spider's web instead of the bees nest
dandelions instead of butterfly wings
I do not suggest substituting much else!
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ollyrewind · 11 months
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With you, I serve
With you, I fall down
Watch you breathe in
Watch you breathing out
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upwards-descent · 3 months
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You already know what I'm gonna suggest for Gale, outfit wise. I don't even know why I'm sending the ask- you could infer it yourself. But I'll do it. I'll be my own cliche. I'll hop on my own bullshit for a fandom I'm not myself in as a show of support for y'all and your art (and because I still like the art you make regardless). So fuck it. We're all gonna die some day. Here we go; Decon's ultimate self indulgent outfit suggestion for Gale, with complete disregard for canon in every sense of the word;
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This was a blast to draw omg
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milomilesmib · 2 months
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Trauma
(image description: a mixed media art piece of a person holding several stacked square boulders engraved with words. The person is much smaller than the boulders and is struggling under the weight, bleeding from their hands and a gash in their chest. They have light skin, short brown hair, and grey clothes. The background has grey streaks and faceless grins. There is text in all caps across the page, the letters are black outlines with white over red-orange streaks. At the top, there's the text "all day, every day". On each of the boulders, from top to bottom, there is one word: "therapist, mother, maid, nymph, virgin, nurse, servant". On the left of the person, there is the text "just an appendage". On the right of the person, there is the text "lift to attendance." Beneath the person, there is the text "so that he never lifts a finger". The piece is based off the song "Labour" by Paris Paloma. End description.)
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I still feel sorta mentally wrong after having (a pretty mild) case of covid especially when it comes to words
I've always had an amazing vocabulary ever since I was a little kid. I was one of those autistic kids that devoured books several reading grades higher than my age at an unparalleled speed. As I got older that naturally turned into writing like I needed it to survive (fic, original work, poetry, you name it) it was easy for me. Anything with words was, I was great at bullshitting essays in lit class and making speeches with no prep.
But since getting covid for the first time over Christmas it feels like i've lost my skill with words. It's hard to string them together in a way that makes sense let alone one that's actually good. I feel like a child. I know what I want to say and I know that I would have been able to say it but now I can't find the words. I don't know how to sound smart or convince people of things and I just can't do fiction right anymore
It's frustrating and terrifying because I feel like I've lost one of the few things I was good at. I've lost my creative outlet and my educational expertise all at once.
I did all humanities for my A'Levels. Writing essays was the thing I was best at and I just don't know what to do now that I lost this skill.
I'm terrified that it might be permanent. But even if it isn't it feels like I'm going to have to relearn everything and I don't know if I'll ever catch up to where I was.
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thatgirl4815 · 8 months
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SandRay relationship in a nutshell:
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carladuquette · 7 months
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i called my ed by its name today, out loud, on the phone while making an appointment with a medical professional, and i was SO proud.
i don’t know why it is so hard to say, but practicing to do it (yes, to yourself. you can whisper, it’s ok) is definitely worth it. because how can you ask for help if you can’t even say what’s wrong?
when it comes to the actual appointment/conversation with a loved one where you share what’s going on/ whatever, it’s ok to have notes, too. i brought my reporter’s notebook to my first session w my counselor and went through all the notes i had taken. for me, it was helpful to have sth to hold on to, to not need to think in the moment.
but the first step is saying out loud what is wrong. “i am ___. i have ___.”
try it.
you can do it ❤️‍🩹
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bigxrig · 2 years
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I am very much on the outskirts of the DWD discourse which is where I want to be. I have seen some stuff floating around recently and I have read a few articles and want to remind everyone that Shia Labeouf is an abuser. He is manipulating this situation to help his comeback to Hollywood and it's working- which is terrifying. Think critically and don't trust what he is saying because you have a vendetta against Olivia Wilde. And for those of you who don't know, Shia Labeouf also has a new movie coming out. Quite convenient all this is coming out now, no?
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msommers · 4 months
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can't sleep. plagued with the thought of riya being capable of summoning a storm cloud to zap darkspawn for a full hour each day and how sickening that is for the 10 day long battle at val foret
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brookepricer · 2 years
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Daily Spell: October 16th
Spell to Recover from Emotional Trauma
You’ll Need:
A white candle
A piece of paper and a pen
A fireproof bowl or cauldron
Human emotions can be very fragile. When we experience emotional trauma, we can respond in different ways, but generally we establish coping mechanisms to help us deal. Some people put their trauma behind them and never think of it again. Others need help moving forward because it impacts their lives for years. If you've suffered some sort of emotional trauma, do this working on a Monday to help you find peace.
Light the candle, and spend a few minutes watching the flame. Think about how your trauma has affected your life, and decide you're ready to put it into the past for good. Write the source of your hurt on the paper, and say “It is time for me to release you. It is time for me to release myself. It is time for healing to begin.”
Fold the paper three times, and touch it to the flame. Drop it into the fireproof bold, and let the words and your pain burn away. As the paper burns, say farewell to the root cause of your trauma. Once it's gone, extinguish the candle. Dispose of the ashes in a moving body of water, or bury them somewhere far from your home.
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“Daily Spellbook for the Good Witch: Quick, Simple, and Practical Magic for Every Day of the Year,” by Patti Wigington 
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thejavavoid · 9 months
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Everything hurt.
So. so. bad.
"Mmh.." he mumbled. His head was pulsing, screaming with pain.
"Hey, hey, it's okay Mikey. It's okay."
Myy-kee.
My-kee knew the words he wanted to say. They just wouldn't work. He tried to say "What's going on?", but all he could manage was a grumble. 
"Yeah, it sucks, I know. It's me, Leo. I got you."
Leo. Lee-oh.
Was that what Leo always sounded like?
Did he remember a Leo?
My-kee and Lee-oh.
"Lllll…"
My-kee wanted to say it. Say 'Lee-oh'. But he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't move right.
"Lllllllll. Aah-ooohh." 
Lee-oh laughed. "Don't stress yourself. It's okay." 
I.
Iiiii.
I love you Lee-oh. 
"Llleee. Aaah. Onnnnniie."
Mykee still couldn't say names. He wanted to say Leeoh, and Raff, and Don-ee. But he still couldn't.
"Good job, man. Good job." Raff said. 
Mykee smiled. He did a good job again. 
"Aaaaahhhth. Thh? Aaath." He tried to make the 'ffffuh' sound. 
Something tapped on his head. "You're doing good buddy. Keep it up."
Leeoh said, "Alright, Mykee, you should go to sleep."
"Nnnnnnoslleeeeee. Nnno. No sleee Leeoh."
"Yes, Mykee. Splinter said you still need to rest."
"Sssssinter." Mykee echoed. "Sssssssssseeee. Yyyyyyuuuuu. Seee youu. Owwt." He shooed Raff and Leeoh out of the room.
Leeoh laid a blanket on him. "Good night Mykee."
" 'Oood nitee Leeoh. Nite."
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loveyourlovelysoul · 1 month
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it will be okay
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aaravos-answers · 10 months
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Aaravos, I had my wisdom teeth out recently and it was a worse extraction than expected… recovery is going okay, just slow. I wondered if I could have some company from a pretty startouch elf? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Of course, starling. Here, have a smoothie to soothe the pain.
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The cats at the rescue place I volunteered at
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amalgamationink · 1 year
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quitefair · 4 months
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turns on bg3
finds self in the middle of combat and has ABSOLUTELY forgotten how to play this fucking game
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